The Old man and the Child
In this morning like
other day
Of January or December,
The old man is sitting on
the balcony
And talking to his grandchild baffling,
He is bending over the
baby
To see the beautiful
face,
To recognize,
To tell something
Or hear something from
each other’s side,
Few mumbling sounds
gather
From each other they
feel,
They talk in the voice of nobody’s knowledge.
The old man feels safe
and smiles
When the baby gives cute
smiles
Holding his wizened
fingers little tight,
They smile,
They play,
Like the other morning of
other days
They keep their lasting
talk.
~Tapas Sarkar
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