I wanted him to remain still,
so I could hug him a little longer,
the aroma that he created would bring me to sanity.
Asking me why am I so much happy when we babble,
About things that our future and unpredictable.
I say I wanted to know how I fit,
in his hands when they get a little bigger.
His voice running through my ears,
Like a burning paper that doesn’t know the reason,
why they want him to get disrepair.
Still, he tries to burn himself slowly,
As along with me, in his breath, I hear,
He wanted to stay a little longer too.