by Kishan Negi
(Ghaziabad, U.P. (India))
Dear sweet baby
how old you become doesn't matter
I’ll always be holding
your hand very tenderly
as I held it on the auspicious day
that you were born
but when I grow old
will you hold my hand tenderly
for crossing the zigzags
of old age life of your Dad
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