To The Little Angels - Poem by Souren Mondal
Muttering half a syllable on repeat
with a mouth that has only a few teeth
they fit into my lap like it were a throne
giving the purest of the looks.
Some run, and some ask for stories
while some are happy with a cuddle
and a million of kisses
They sleep with their heads rested on my chest
- little rascals that still wet their beds!
Fairies and imaginary dragons are totally there
And wonderlands where chocolate ice-creams
are grown on the trees
with rivers of fresh strawberry flavoured milkshake
flow with ease.
Little angels on earth, who make everything better
Can you see from their eyes?
Even your oldest furnitures are objects of wonder -
'Here's a chair', you say to them, 'look a
chair - that's a chair' - keep cooing until
they say - 'clar' -
So wrong yet so right.
Blessed be these idiots who poop in their diapers.
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