Those Blissful long summer vacations ,
Like oasis after miles long stretch of sand ,
Which I spent in my parental house ,
With my little toddler in my hand .
Getting up at seven I would gap,
Oh , why didn’t you wake me before ?
Then relaxed to see no taunts or snaps ,
My siblings giggling and laughing for sure .
Where is the little one I will shout ?
Playing in peon’ s quarters with Bahadur,s kids ,
Now Bahadur was unmarried , just had a goat ,
Her kids will play with my kid a lot .
No running up and down , no tears in eyes ,
Without worry I will eat and laze around,
Selfish I turned, never thought of mother,
Who will slog preparing curry and rice .
Out in the evening ,playing in the lawn ,
A hundred times he fell for grandma’s concern,
Chuckling to see peacocks ,love birds abound ,
Quickly carried in when a snake was spied .
Walking behind my father and copying his gait ,
Never worried he now about getting late ,
Bemused my mother will laugh at my father,
He is the one who will teach you every trait .
Time moved fast and now time to go back,
Seeing off at station whole family in a pack,
With tears in eyes ,mother will thank God ,
Good that you are going now I am relaxed
Photo By: Joshua Rodigrez