Smell Of My Kid Poem by Dr. Erfan K

Most days when I go outside
I can see my kid sleeping
I kiss his hairs and face
I bite his ears sometimes
I think then 'why am I this animalistic? '
A passing thought passes through me
'Isn't it my body itself? '
Leave it, come back, when I kiss him...
With craze, I do it repeatedly
Until I capture his smell in my nose
Registering it in the core of my being
I leave then my home for job
So long as that smell remains in me
I can negotiate all my challenges