Kiss

i try lifting his head

he would simply resist

pulling my dupatta fringe

i would move my leg

he would hold on to my bossom

never allowing me to stir

i palyfully kissed the back of his palm

he broke into a divine smile

and would demand more

each time the hand reached my lips

i had no choice but to plant a kiss

and see him break into endless smiles

o, a wonderful six month old

he taught me the language of kiss

what wonderful rapport we hit at!

09oct2010

14.00 hrs

poem by Indira Babbellapati
Submitted by Poetry Lover
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