Mother and God

Mother and God
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A baby was there
at the post office today,
mother's child,
son of a god

I was standing
in line,
looking at him, waiting,
for parcel from home

He was travelling,
angrily getting photo clicked
trying a new card in front
a doll old in hand

And i watching
in the line,
relentless efforts,
not giving up to blend the new with the old

Smiling finally, not him, me,
looking at my receptionist
stupor-clad, taking her time,
giving my parcel, clock ticking

As that baby was there
at the post office today
a mother's son
and a god's child

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