Though I know no wrong lives,
Yet guilt is building a nest within;
Little eyes soaked in innocence asks,
Hug to dissolve the gap between;
Just as sun warms the earth,
And hides when you retire for the day,
Next day returns to keep his oath,
Shinning on the heaps of hay;
If sun, sans a womb or heart,
Adheres to the oath it made;
Then I ought to play a role smart,
To bring dimple smile by warmth I spread;
Cord that linked us for nine months,
Still feel it at its place;
For I wet when you are hungry,
And anxious when you are awake;
