You are the blessed hope
in the middle of the wretched dream
that life is.
When you grow up,
you will become like me,
and would demand
the proof of my love for you.
Sometime by asking me to
give up all that I have lived by,
as an outdated idea;
By asking me to give up my old man banter
as a proof that I care for you;
But for now,
my hand on your tiny shoulder
and a small pat
is big enough a gesture
to make you feel the love and trust
and safety of your father's cuddle,
As you briefly cry in your sleep,
and go back to your innocent dreams
the moment I put you close on my shoulder..
I briefly savour this love..
Beyond demands and proofs,
Beyond doubts and questions,
Beyond trust and Betrayals.