Days metamorphosed capturing transience of mothering
Time vanished before I realized--and today
when I have nothing to occupy on a long unpromising Sunday
when I have nothing to occupy on a long unpromising Sunday
I look everywhere for something of you, my girl..
Heaps of sounds and smells of memory return
there's no word that can fit this exhilarating feeling-
Ask me the price of mother's yearning-its priceless!!
Ah, a million thoughts roll back as I think of you
and... flash forward crimson smiles ..
Pausing a breath or two I often ask: 'Where's my little girl?'
I protected you from rain, sun, hailstorms and shocks
You gained years, grew unflapping wings---sought freedom
But, we never drifted apart-- the bond locked our hearts
So, we still share our anxieties, hopes, dreams, tears and prayers...
Soon I'll be old, worn out---help me end the long wait, my dear.
Give me a grandchild...- I want it as a toy
Lullabies of moon still rise under the night sky
I sulk all day- blind heart curves and coils wild in pace
Time, birth, new beginnings are some beautiful human moments...

Written For : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2013/05/poetry-pantry-for-and-about-mothers.html
Ask me the price of mother's yearning-its priceless!!
Ah, a million thoughts roll back as I think of you
and... flash forward crimson smiles ..
Pausing a breath or two I often ask: 'Where's my little girl?'
I protected you from rain, sun, hailstorms and shocks
You gained years, grew unflapping wings---sought freedom
But, we never drifted apart-- the bond locked our hearts
So, we still share our anxieties, hopes, dreams, tears and prayers...
Soon I'll be old, worn out---help me end the long wait, my dear.
Give me a grandchild...- I want it as a toy
Lullabies of moon still rise under the night sky
I sulk all day- blind heart curves and coils wild in pace
Time, birth, new beginnings are some beautiful human moments...

Written For : http://poetryblogroll.blogspot.in/2013/05/poetry-pantry-for-and-about-mothers.html
