With a cut in an umbilical cord,
borne with a cry.
Enter a new world;
of insecurities.
This is how first relationship starts.
Mother’s touch is everything to baby.
Without her he is helpless,
she is the ultimate desire and need to obsess.
Connected to mother.
With needs to be loved, feed and cared.
Hidden umbilical cord of love will remain in mother and child.
Beyond science;
Things do exists.
Emotion persists.
Physical connection of umbilical cord was cutted long time back.
Any surgical knife is not capable ,
to cut the bond shared by mother and child.
A baby born with a delicacy of flower;
Softness of butter;
innocence of dear;
hair woven by silken moth;
lips like lotus petals;
body movements like mermaid in sea;
freshness of morning dew;
with holistic hue;
life is new.
Ambience filled with fun and frolic,
terribly cry in colic.
All becomes babyholic.
Keeping mom occupied,
but that is justified;
till he become satisfied.
With time ,learn to throw tantrums.
His life is harum sacrum.
Lying on floor;
cry as if never cried before.
Get everything ;
which pleased him.
Living on his own condition.
He always makes you;
learn management skills.
They challenge you.
teach you patience;
makes you learn many lessons.
Thank your child for giving you opportunity to be a mother.
6 comments:
:) beautiful imagery
thanks magiceye for believing my vision.
Mamata...a word not found in any other language to express the emotions you have brought out so beautifully...:D
Yes Mam , MAMTA ....is a word that define mothers's huge emotions for her child and its meaning is not mentioned in any of world book.Its something beyond words...........I tried to weave mamta in my poem and think its much more than words.
Thank you Mam for sharing your view on my poem and I am so happy to see you on my blog.
Beautiful writeup. Very expressive.
Thanks for beautiful words of appreciation.
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