The Memory Poem by Asit Kumar Sanyal

When I think about my elder daughter
The memory pushes me back
to my 30s
That time she was very little
but bold
A beautiful child
Physically and in spirit
Her smile, her laughter, her approach
the mischievous glint in her eyes
filled me on those days
she was brilliant, curious
a bookworm
she was asset to us
The best child of mine
If it were socially acceptable
To have a daughter at home
I would choice to keep her with me
For whole life
Without hesitation.