Ishaan, my son, the one-year-old toddler slaps me today. I decide to document it.
He and I, Inseparable
He breathes, I exist
He cries, My eyes moist
His giggle, My smile
My Lil finger, his support
And then,
He walks
He drifts away
He becomes independent
"slap,
He slaps again
A tight Slap
A rude awakening"
'I ponder upon'
Why the attachment?
I ask!
Can i stay detached?
My heart
still tugged with his
He's my blood
He's my Kin
Am his Papa
I console Me
Naah, he isn't rude!
I sleep;
My eyes wide open,
With his tiny palm
tattooed
on my cheek.
The slap,
His first Slap,
Engraved on me forever.
His first Slap,
Engraved on me forever.
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