LOVE TIP TOES

Is it following me around

For It makes no sound

Like a spy it follows

While its every move I swallow

It blows on the hot food

I lift to eat

While eating it watches and

next to me sits

It warms the cold water

that down my neck slips

Items of danger moved aside

lest it makes me trip

My towel moves as per its wishes

Dries me perfectly dry, like my cups and my dishes

The comb glides smoothly

through my curly locked locks

Not a single hair from my tresses

from the floor at me gawks

Soap never dares to touch my two eyes

Those thoughts are broomed too

which might make me to cry

In every object I see it, smiling wickedly at me

A pebble a thorn under my feet now just flee

Oh! how lovely ,this world, to me has

now bound

I see, my own smiles smiling, in everything around

My anger my temper now giggle at me

It was this magic my parents always craved to see

It is that elf, my inner self

In my heart

rightly I guess

That showers love, as it

tip toes, every where

in excess.

©sunita grover raina2022

17/01/22