Long Kiss.... Sweet Good Night

Every Kiss and Good Night’s not the same,
Like much between a Mom’s and some dame,
Rolling my eyes for something good,
In the cradle while waiting for my food,
A thing for which there is all this fight,
Long kiss, a sweet Good night.

When I ran around in the house, declining to eat,
On the first bicycle ride, trying to showing my feat,
That day of the year when I topped the class first,
When I lost that one big running race, at the worst,
A thing for which there is all this fight,
Long kiss, a sweet Good night.

My first appearance to the outside world so big,
First surfacing of me on the stage, with that wig,
Longing so much to be the centre of attraction,
Working firm to gain some good recognition,
A thing for which there is all this fight,
Long kiss, a sweet Good night.

After school and while entering graduation,
That big row about some fantastic infatuation,
Fighting hard to win everyone’s heart around,
My music system with double stereo surround,
A thing for which there is all this fight,
Long kiss, a sweet Good night.

All that campus interview and discussion for a job,
Losing the stands big and sat near that drain to sob,
The day it happened, when she told me over phone,
My first love break up, began with a lasting dial tone.
A thing for which there is all this fight,
Long kiss, a sweet Good night.

For that first kiss and the first drop of wine in life,
First trek in the jungle, cutting food with pocket knife,
That Miles’ ride on our second hand premier Padmini,
First visit to Bangalore, my vain mind over micro-mini,
A thing for which there is all this fight,
Long kiss, a sweet Good night.

A reputable six figure job and a very faithful wife,
My Land, sweet daughter, dutiful dog, one blessed life,
All of these followed by a well deserved pension,
Great friends and a good health, forgot to mention,’
A thing for which there is all this fight,
Long kiss, a sweet Good night.

I sit here praying for all the good things to come,
With bigger secrets in me, really known to some,
I wish I could plan life better from my Mom’s womb,
I still am to find a good draft for my six feet tomb,
A thing for which, now I really have to fight,
Kiss me Mom and Dad... wish me sweet good night.