Sunlight Slants

He is my spitting image, they say, A miniature, a chip off the old block. From near, from afar, he resembles me so, My son, my blood, torchbearer of my life. I don’t how I were as a baby, But I could see it when he was one. I was glad, proud, deliriously happy, The proof my manhood, my only son. I were, I am, still man enough, For another progeny, his sister or brother. A friend for my son to play with, A heart for him to confide in. ‘All my friends have a sister or brother, Why too can’t I have one?’ He no more asks me this question, But its shadow still flits in his eyes. You take a decision, once and forever, Try as you may, never is it undone. A movement, a word, a blink of the eye, Life isn’t a reel, can’t play back at whim. Sometimes, in the corner of my eye, I see a shadow flitting by. A little girl in ponytail, A pinafore hangs in the sun to dry. Raindrops on petals, roses so pink, A pair of hands cover my eyes. A drop of water drips from the still wet hair, My daughter asks me to tell her name. The tinkle of your anklets, The tingle of your laughter, The scent of love in your touch, My fingers grope for your little face. Who are you, my unborn child, my unsung song, You with the soft curls that tickle my ears? Why did you chose to remain in my heart, Tease me not with your hide& seek. Sunlight slants- evening is here Doors are open, I wait for thee. Come, let the brilliance of light Glow your hair and warm my heart.