Nandini

Nandini is my daughter...born of my fiery love,
She is a part of me, a proof of my heartfelt desires,
She is not born yet but i see her...I feel her inside
She's not a God or an Angel...she's just a bit of me.

Nandini loves me and that's why she is always with me,
I don't know when I will actually see her,
But she is comes to me in my dreams,
When I am lost and heartbroken,
She comes to give me a reason to live.

Nandini first came to me one night,
She was a beautiful toddler,
She had rounded soft arms and red lips,
She was fair with curly brown hair...
She was a pleasure to hold in my arms,
Naughty, excited, young and full of purity...
My own Nandini...

She came to me again one night,
All grown up, very attractive,
With long hair platted tightly,
Sitting on a windowsill, hugging her knees.

The last time she came to me,
She was a young child,
She climbed onto my lap and looked into my eyes,
My sad old eyes stared into her ignorant pure ones,

My love says that I wish for her to come,
I feel that she is already here with me...
My Nandini, my daughter,
Born of my fiery love...

Nandini, these writings are for you,
I don't know what I can give you,
In this cruel world...I offer you my mind,
So these are my writings...To Nandini