Tonight, I was flipping through my poems
– Each one a cherished memory,
Reminder of a tender moment
And then I thought
If all of that has ended
That I’ve lost the ability to love like that
The ability to feel like that
And if it was the end
It was then that you shook me from my reverie
Asking an inane question and smiling that trademark smile of yours
Which never fails to evoke one from me
You – my beautiful daughter
And I looked deep into your eyes
And thought that perhaps there had been an end
But there had also been a new beginning.
Rajat Narula 