You came on a winter night
When I felt your breath
My heart warmed
My baby.
You look at me
Wide eyes
Curl your fingers
Around my thumb
Your cries for two hours
For milk
Irritate me sometimes
I remind myself
I can’t expect
You to feed yourself now, can I?
Time is waterfalling
Already you are heavier
Outgrowing clothes
Always a beauty
Sometimes I see a ripple of myself
In you
Or maybe
That’s in my mind’s eye.
Nupur Maskara is short and likes writing short stuff that packs a punch. Expectedly, she began her career in advertising and now in content writing. Her friends have branded her frequent blonde moments as Nupurisms.
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