Language Of Love Poem by Bishnupada Sethi

Trying to reach me fast,
Raising upwards his hand at me
He totters as the steps falter;
And there lies a firm belief in him,
I will lift him to hug
To show how I care for him.

He knows no words I speak,
Still he communicates.
The nimble fingers make gestures,
His walks even convey messages,
Movement of eyes, smiles and cries
Form a language for him.

As a mother, I come to know
While he is either hungry or thirsty,
Times, when upset or hurt
Or tired and need to go to sleep.

I wonder about the powers of my child
To communicate his feelings with ease,
With the known and unknowns,
With them loving him and not.

As he played with me
And the people around,
He picked up this language
Of love, through love!