I love the little hands and little toes.
I love those
glittering eyes and the tiny nose.
More than that I love the millions of expressions they show
And the way they can make you smile, when you feeling low
I don’t remember since when, but since my last memory as a
child, I know I have this different connection with kids. Even when I myself
was one, I would always be the caretaker of the still smaller ones. The
neighborhood would sing "pakhi didi"; there was this girl who would
match clothes with me, if I wore a skirt she would do the same, if I was
wearing dangri, she would run to her mom and get herself changed into a dangri.
Kids would come to our place, when told "pakhi k yaha jaa reh".
Probably my name was funny and easy and they could catch it and remember it, or
probably they found me equally crazy as them or maybe because I didn't mind
them touching my hair or bag or phone or anything in my room and would happily
give them away because of that smile on their faces. Whatever it was, whatever it
is, I feel happy they easily bond with me. They give me peace like no other
can. They are such beautiful creatures. So pure. So serene. As clear as the sky.
As transparent as the water. They are
what they are. God's little angels. They are not poor, they are not rich. They
are tiny people with tiny everything but a big-big heart that can win anyone. Two
days back I was leaving the gym all furious at something and this cute curly
haired grabbed my attention and I couldn't help but approach his mom and took
him in my arms for a while. Bliss. When my elder sister delivered Bunny (my
nephew) and I wasn't allowed to hold him for god knows what reasons, I
literally cried in my room and hated my mom for those few minutes. Although now
it makes me laugh, but these adorable tiny humans, how can one stay away from
them.
They poop and they pee, They are what you see
They cry and they weep, their heavenly sleep
Tiny little humans are gods own people
Lightening the dark and brightening the dull.
Pakhi
