You know...i was just sitting at a hospital corner....
Thinking all the love, excitement and humour
Getting matured as we might welcome a new member..all those nicknames,playing with my child...as he gets old how we will get wild...
If she is a women...how we will share stuff into the tilts of extremity
Even teaching math, science, and household calamities ..
Right form teaching the zeroes of moments to be silent
To 100's of confidence to be violent whenever necessary..
From smiling to crying every stuff together like the families of cassowary


I was sluttering...i was nurturing,i was shivering,and i was imagining
The days and the sleepless night...
Whether we could hold the baby tight
If he gets ... angry with us...
Or if he things there is no love that my parents does...
You know one thing whenever we use to tell our parents that they don't love us...
That they have caged a free bird into the designs of this world ..
That they have made us...what they want us to be...
I think they give us the wings but they still don't want us to be free...
What was the reply...to this question i cry??
And the answer was within me....
When u become parent you know what is that tree..
And surprisingly...the answer was within us...
Till the actual..emotions got...raised like a fuss

I was sitting there... imagining the things which is going to be in reality...
"Dad,you know ...i always tell,i love mom more than you ...but i am feeling... scared whether my child will love me or not...
Whether there will a be long...