His superman again

Some day may be

My son will stand beside me

The way he used to be

May be he will hold my hand

and walk in the same pace

he will ignore my chit chat

and will consider me the super man

My looks will no longer matter to him

and I'll see my reflection in him

He will hug me hard 

and wait till I push him back 

with the cozy smile

"Abbu"  

My daughter interrupted me in between while I was busy in writing my unsaid emotions on lifeless paper. 

"Abbu, Shall I make some tea for you", She asked

"No, I'm going on a walk with Ali sahib. Will return with in an hour" I left the home still deep in thoughts

I returned after an hour, my daughter opened the door.

 "Abbu, I have to go to tuition.......will be back soon", She left but my thoughts still surrounded me

I turned pages of my diary to write again but few lines caught my attention

"Abbu,

he is changing

you have to change too

then he will be there 

beside you always"