My Six Year Old Daughter

by Rajendra Khare
(Delhi, India)

My six year old will come to me
My daughter dear will come to me
For the last time, she will come to me
For the last time, I would caress her brow
For the last time, she will hold my finger -
And a few steps
As she has learnt to walk on her own now

For the last time, my six year old will come to me
And then she will live in my memories all the time
For all the moments, she will be in my mind
But she will come to me
For the last time.