Those tiny, soft, pinkish feet

My little angel was born on the 20th of feb this year. I was not so lucky to be present beside my wife in her moment of pain. That is one thing I would always lament though I was not the one to be at fault. My baby was to be born a week later, but apparently decided on herself, “enough is enough”. “Why is my mama make me not see the world?”and ta dah, she came out to the world, surprising not just her mom, but the entire her Family to be.Her Poor Papa, that is me, was left off guard, but managed to squeeze into the first available plane flying malluland( kerala) bound. And as the legend goes, crash landed right into the maternity ward of the Baby Memorial Hospital in Calicut.
It was a Friday and Fridays being a Holiday, I was delightfully hogging on home delivered Masala Dosa from Sangeetha Restaurant, when my Father-in-law dropped the jaw dropping news.My wife was taken to the hospital in the morning and soon after, her labor started. Just about half hour into her labor and Ms. Ananya, the Miss Beautiful eyes and Miss photogenic, as you see in the photograph was born.

The first instance I laid my eyes on her, it was quite a love at first sight. I almost saw her wink at me. I heard her say, "oh papa, you are so good. Ummah, I love you." I wasn't allowed to take her in my arms, my policing wife instructed me to shower first. I reluctantly agreed. But I was allowed to hug her (my wife)and her smile made me realise what I missed all these months.

I was given the task of changing the diapers and believe I did a good job at that. As my wife converses with the baby, "pretty nice life you have baby, drink, sleep, shit and pee. Even royals didn’t have so much easy life".
What followed were indeed sleepless nights, as the baby followed its hullabaloo-"day time sleep and night time awake". There were nights when I had to hand carry the baby the whole night, as my wife appeared very tired and sleepy. Thinking about it now, the naughty and mischievous expression the baby carried while making me carry her in my arms, sleeplessly, brings a smile on my face.
Mentioned below is the poem I wrote, AHEM. The inspiring moments were when I saw her for the first time.The baby was busy feeding herself and i almost heard her say, "papa? You can wait. I am busy now." I touched her tiny, soft, pinkish feet and it moved, giving me a soft kick. That was the start of the bond, between this love struck Papa and his LIL ANGEL.


Those tiny, soft, pinkish feet

It enthused when I felt,
Those tiny, soft, pinkish feet
Then it stirred my spirit,
Like a staff stir a mystical
It cried and beamed whenever,
I looked at its face and light
Calmed, when in my tender wings
It wet my garb and I tainted
But felt its warmth so unsoiled
It made me befall puerile,
And I forget I became immense
I came back to being little,
And fooled around with it, like it
It looked into me and ,
I Felt,
I was seeing a divinity in it