A sensible (sometimes sensitive) , gentle lady with never ending inquisitiveness in nature(my first love.
My motto: Live a lovely life lively and let live.....
Wish: would like to reborn as a fragrant flower/singing bird/tribal person
Profession: Associate Prof in a medical college and researcher (If not this, always wanted to be an architect)
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Ambrosia Ambrosia Poems
Happy Birthday My Son, My Love
Oh, my dearest little man, 13 years ago God sent his warmest blessing through you. What a blissful moments those are, When for the first time you called me ‘mamma’,
River Ganga- forever yours...
Me, river Ganga descended from heaven Just to serve you all the needy. I was the purest, you made me sacred. You prayed me and I blessed you all
What Is Hope? Hope Is Like
Hope, a magical word of four letters Although everyone struggle to hold fast, scared of loosing it, Never vanishes from anyone’s life, well what is hope?
A Love Affair With Moon!
Oh, that gorgeous, smiley crescent Again surfaced in the gloomy, empty sky Eyes gaze untiringly, as if discovered just now Newness explored in my mundane life.
The Same Rain
So romantic and soothing In those happier days. The same rain Like shedding tears to accompany me
Love just happens
A friend suggested me to Find a new partner! Have you ever seen a flower Go on searching for a bee? Never.
Moon, Don't You Miss Me?
Oh cruel clouds, Don’t come between me and my moon, If not to rain, why to disturb? Oh, my moon, my love
Save, Save, Save, It Is Going To Extinct...
Oh, no it’s not about Any flora or fauna! It’s about humans with Kind heart
A little nest
O Lord, Bless me with a little nest, Amid this lush green forest, Beside a cool clear flowing stream.
Value of a piece of paper
To know the value of a piece of a paper (certificate, Ask a student who sheds not tears, but blood years together. To know the value of a piece of a paper (currency note) , Ask a laborer who works day in and out throughout a month
All we need is love and respect!
Oh, all dear men; Young, adult and old. You have given us the freedom
Dreams bestowing life to a life! !
Life is so plain, insipid; Though full of colors, All mystifyingly look white. Prism of dreams;
Life, a paradox!
A beautiful baby is born. His first cry; made everyone so happy! A old man lived his life.
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Happy Birthday My Son, My Love
Oh, my dearest little man,
13 years ago God sent his warmest blessing through you.
What a blissful moments those are,
When for the first time you called me ‘mamma’,
Now also that innocent tone is ringing in my ears.
OMG, that baby smile, full of puppy love, just matchless!
How can I forget those golden memories?
You embraced me to kiss and clapped as a great achiever.
Always clinging to me with your little soft hand,
as if I am everything in your little world.
You naughty little giant, bit my finger purposely while feeding,
just to drag my attention...