What shall I say unto her?

My little one,
Waking up in the middle of a silent dream,
Whimpers, for the rest of the dream.
What shall I say unto her?

With the only two teeth,
When she gnaws at my fingers,
What shall I say unto her?

The cat snarling at her,
She looks at me with a confused face..
Those beautiful lips curled up in an imminent weep,
What shall I say unto her?

She shakes my hand off from her hand,
And holds my little finger
And walks me through the streets,
Learning her own steps,
What shall I say unto her?

The bus horn making her happy once
And making her weep the next time..
What shall I say unto her?

She brings the beautiful rose to me,
The one she was just given by the neighbour uncle,
“Atchaa ee”….. oh, she always wants me to “ee” to see..
I look at her and smiles at the beauty of her face and the rose
And return back to my book
Only to turn back at her
Who curls her lips as she always do..
Showing the only two teeth
And the confused expression…
On why the beautiful rose doesn’t taste as beautiful..
What shall I say unto her?

When she refuses to bath,
And once in water, never gets out..
Wondering why the lines drawn are never shown..
What shall I say unto her?

When I proudly present her to my friends,
Who kiss her little bubbly cheeks,
She wipes the kisses from her cheek,
With the same confused expression,
What shall I say unto her?

When she covers her head in her mother’s dress
And looks at me through the transparent layer,
And puts up the best smile ever, with those two teeth,
What shall I say unto her?

In the courtyard, as she eats
Her daily dose of soil. I look up from my book,
And run towards her, when she sports
That “I-never-knew-that-can’t-be-eaten” look again
What shall I say unto her?

Then, when I see that earthworm
Crawling on the tea trolley again,
And she immediately turns to “amma” for help
What shall I say unto her?

When I wake from the nap in agony
Looking at her smiling face again
Wondering, why she hasn’t got
Any other games than pulling my chest hairs..
What shall I say unto her?

When my work goes wayward,
Only because she wants to sit on the keyboard,
To watch me work,
What shall I say unto her?

And the whimper, for my parker pen,
Only to experiment her teeth at
And sleep after a few minutes of weeping
What shall I say unto her?

On the dining table,
When she insists on having it herself
And she begins the rice trail to our bedroom
What shall I say unto her?

When she talks to me, at length,
With a language – only god and she knows
Consisting of only repeating sounds,
What shall I say unto her?


And the walk, as a parrot trots,
Faltering here, side-ways there,
But never failing..and always hands apart,
Adjusting her weight on one or the other leg,
But never on both together..
What shall I say unto her?

When I see, that light pink small dress,
I just adorned her with..
Lying on the floor, and she away in the kitchen,
Hiding behind her mother’s legs
What shall I say unto her?

And the beautiful, beautiful smile
Blooms on her face,
Whenever she sees me,
What shall I say unto her??

May be I don’t have to tell her anything.
May be she understands..
Understands everything that’s with me and her…

She understands or she doesn’t…

Smiles again…that heavenly smile……


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