Pray For Her Coming Poem by dipak adhya

Pray for her coming

Wife wanted a male child
Husband always craved for a girl

No, there was no deep thought in it
Wife prayed to carry on
A lineage that is only theirs
But the husband
Never thought it so
The wife in a midnight
When the moon was pouring its light
In utmost silence, whispered
Why? Why? Why?
Do you prefer a maid?
The man said,
My dear, can you remember
That rituals
For the first time you came out in crying
Holding my hand
Throwing the grains of rice on your mother's apron.
Just then,
Your father's crying
Also wetted my heart
I saw the two pairs of eyes
Which said 'adieu'
What a fatherly affection indeed
What a daughter's love is...

I'll stand by her
When she'll go to house of in-law
Until she comes to my life
The poem will be only a thought of mine
So, pray for her coming
So, pray for her coming...