I am here to believe
I am here to follow, finally
It is just an occasion, a new life
A baby in arms tilts the balance, I believe
Goodness through the cycles of time
It is happiness
Rains and sun-shines together;
We will still sit after the party is over
After the babies are gone
Steaming cup of tea held in two hands
Knowing debates yield nothing
Thoughts leading nowhere
The tea will grow cold as
The dripping eyes try to close.
(My brother's first grandchild is born starting a new generation of our family;
In an Army Public School of Peshawar, Pakistan, hundreds of students are killed in a senseless attack by the militants.)
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