On Seeing The Face Of My New Joy Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Tad curious, anxious and in hopes of heaven—
I felt to see the face of my new joy—
Hoping to see a daughter more than son,
And spring in steps I walked, my heart in buoy,
On scanning the frail face of infancy,
Feeling the fresh four pounds, my packaged thrill,
My long awaited bliss and ecstasy
In arms, I felt fatherhood's new-born frill.
Yet, finding no imprint of hers, nor mine,
Thought, some things might be hard for men to see
As parenthood traces a subtle line,
As all raindrops have an imprint of sea.
It's fine, and look, boy is no bitter pill,
I heard her say, and felt some guilty chill.
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The thoughts penned in this piece remained at the back of my mind for more than three decades before they found their expression as a poem. May be, feelings of heart are better depicted in a verse form than in prose.
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Sonnets | 05.06.14 |