Growing confusion

Son grew from his muddy boots,
Out in field with his halo of hair.

He would squat by me ,long ago
In a shy row of a wedding feast

Wearing the early Krishna smile.
The smile has since transformed

To his snicker in the curve of lips
Leading to confusion about love.

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