Again and again

I crawl like a child , like a baby ,
with a charming glint in my eyes
and a quickening pace in my feet
when I know my mother
is coming to catch me,
I love that little random freedom to explore
endless mysteries of the world ,
but soon I run back
to the secure warmth of her lap ,
rush back for a hug , a kiss ,
only to get back to wandering
again and again .
The day my mother is away ,
my heart and mind
know only the grief
of my separation from her ,
I stay still in my crib
eager to feel her warmth
again
and again .

Akash