Laying down next to
my little girl, I
stare at the fan.
She turns to me,
and asks, ‘Tell me
a story’, with eyes
so moving, my heart
refuses to say No.
A tale about rabbits
I narrate to her, amused
and inspired by a
face engrossed.
She asks questions,
demands quick answers
Quick to spot my quirks,
she keeps me on toes
So it goes, night
after night as I
make up stories
about hares and cats,
about religion and politics,
about old man and woman,
about a little girl who
likes stories
Laying down next to
my little girl, I
stare at the fan.
I turn to look at
her, and wish she
would ask with her
pearly eyes, ‘Will
you not tell me a
story?’
May 29, 2006 at 8:40 am
Hey, good one! Discomfiting, yes, but nice :)
Happy blogging in wordpress! I see you could not find a way to import your blogs and comments to this blog. :(
May 29, 2006 at 8:51 am
Thanks Shruthi :) Yes, all attempts in vain! Guess had to face this problem sometime or the other, with Rediff being so unfriendly!
May 30, 2006 at 11:05 am
Why doesn’t she ask anymore? Has she grown up? Check this out –
http://fridi.blogspot.com/2006/04/my-favorite-fantasy.html
May 31, 2006 at 4:50 am
She could have. Or, she may have lost interest!
May 31, 2006 at 4:57 am
Wow! Also, thanks for that link kane :) That dad of hers is one imaginative guy!
May 31, 2006 at 10:42 am
May be you should start the habit of reading books for her!
Especially the one with lots of pictures!
May 31, 2006 at 12:05 pm
Thanks Chitra :) I will do that
June 13, 2006 at 9:56 am
:)quite an edgy feel to the poem…..otherwise very sweet shreyas gopinath
ps:i have heard of pearly teeth before….who is this little girl with pearly eyes?
June 13, 2006 at 5:08 pm
Thank you very much Big Girl :) I will reply to your edgy feel once I find out what edgy means :)
Hmm.. let us say she’s a pearl of a girl