Sleeping In Her Arms

Shifting me from side to side

Patting delicately on my back

Then on the head, and again on my back.

Even tries

Bouncing me softly in his arms,

Graciously swinging with a soft song,

Daddy tries hard, goes out of his ways

To make my eyes shut.

Declaring firm disapproval,

I continue to bawl,

Until daddy gives up!

And mommy takes up the charge...

Mommy though,

Is a tough nut to crack.

Not complaining, she has her own ways 

To distract

Her little one to sleep, her methods are always a charm.

She takes me in her arms, asks me why I cry so hard?

I finally feel safe, in reverence of this beautiful soldier,

Uniformed in a saree, ready to jump leaps and bounds to kill off every plight...

I stop to cry.

Planting kisses on the forehead

And lovingly swinging me back and forth

In the gentle commotion,

My mother, a magician of all sorts,

Bewitches me to drift away

To dreams that speak of

Angels like her.

Sleeping in her arms,

Feels like a paradise

I'd never want to wake up from!