Nupur Chaturvedi

He looks at me with his doe eyes,
Pools of mischief and love,
He is not mine, but who knows that,
This almost son of mine.

My blood doesn’t run through his veins,
He doesn’t resemble me in any way,
Yet there is a link, unknown I have, with
This almost son of mine.

There are others in his full life,
Parents, grandparents, several cousins,
I wonder how long I can enjoy being with
This almost son of mine.

But when he looks at me with his doe eyes,
When he dissolves me in his pool of love,
I know that I will always be special for
This almost son of mine.

Written for my friend’s son, Udai.