What a difference of height,
When we are together in delight,
You looked up to me from just above my knees,
Holding the bottle of milk in the mouth,
Spreading your legs in the baby cot,
Wearing of pamper and cartoon singlet,
Tried to reach my hands and face,
To plant all those milky sweet kisses,
Then you reached my hip and then my head,
And now I look up to you, as you are taller,
I see the motherly love in your eyes,
From this height, when we walk together,
At home, on the roads and in the bazaar,
Whenever you protect me from oncoming heavy breeze,
Many times you called me beautiful and wonderful,
Person of your young hearts: I was shocked,
No one told me that frank and bold,
When I reach your hands to lead you,
In the zebra crossing, thinking of the old times,
You smile at me and let me to hold you with assurance,
That all human grown from the young children,
Are the same, we have become a parent,
To each other at different parts of our life and height,
The humanity stays alive in our joyful hearts.
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