Rimjhim

Declined to drink a drop of milk

Clung to my Jack Daniel’s Tee instead

Little Poopee aka Rimjhim

Led my way ahead.

“She’s got a sweet face

Her mother’s eyes, her mother’s grace

And her father’s forehead”

My Grandma commented.

She weighed five kilos

When she was born

In a place called Ballia

In the midsummer’s morn!

Her hair is soft as silk

In a blue frock, with a white lace

Saying Nah! Nah! To the glass of milk

Her Mamma’s features in full embrace

I sang John Denver to her

Don McLean too

As lullabies in winter

And quite closer we drew.

She toddles behind her Daddy great

Her only chaperone, the best mate

For I’m quite far, in Pune right now

Weaving an orange hat for her, beside Whiskey my meow!

Rimjhim! I wish you make friends with all

And paint your doodles on the grey wall

Be the happiest creature, ever alive

And chase yellow butterflies, while you are still naive!

One day, I would look

With wonder and dismay

See you, immersed in a book

And singing Hallelujah! Fully gay!

I wish, she grows up and inspires

The village kids with dreams and desires

Writes poems and takes part in plays

And above all, observes the world in her own ways.