We bought a piece of land few days back
Dry and barren
The color was almost like the color of my mom's cheeks
Some vermillion mixed with a pocket full of sunshine
The waves of your tiny legs
Shiver each of my aspiration.
Now a days I have started painting:
The brush picks up many beautiful colors
To measure your length and breadth.
You must have felt a green leaf sometimes
On your legs or on your forehead.
Waiting to paint you green
The green leaf too waits with the dawn and dusk.
One day when you arrive will make you understand
How many times, even I had the shade of this green leaf.
When you come, the rain drops will make my barren land smile.