Across the aisle on Kingfisher
Flying Mumbai to Guwahati,
I can see a woman in 30s,
With a baby less than one year old,
And the mother’s intense focus
Whether the child is happy or angry.
A father would never be able
To pour himself into relationship
With the child like that: no wonder
My daughter is closer to my wife.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Yes Sir! Even God cannot replace mother. Very well said.