Off the wild, for a break !

Almost a year passed
The feral taste of life
Mixture of cities and wild
Non-dependent and detached

Few days now, it seems
Little fingers of mischief
And their innocent laughter
Dependent and attached

This joy makes it better
The welcome of yummy dishes
Aren’t they what I longed for
In weary attempts of the wild?

Now I wonder and a mystery
how caring are mothers
Selfless affectionate fathers
And, their dedicated life

As it feels, I need to restrain
Happiness, no longer in wild
But, that’s where I’ve to sustain
Grew here, now I own the wild
more than how I own these moments.


20 Dec / Gopal Trital