Cycle Of Life Poem by Mamta Agarwal

When you hold your new born
In your arms for the first time,
You forget how much pain you have borne
And nurtured in your womb to give it life.

As you watch her grow
And cross each milestone,
You are filled with pride and glow
You can’t believe how fast she has grown.

Soon she starts school
And is gone for the morn,
In her car pool.
You wonder how time has flown.

Before you know she is in her teens,
And has dreams and secrets of her own.
She is less often seen
And when home she wants to be alone.

She is moody at times.
When she has her first crush
And seeks your advice,
Hesitantly and flushed.

Then comes a day
She meets her soul mate,
Gets married and goes away.
You watch as the car drives her out of the gate.

Overnight her life under goes change,
She is excited as well as perplexed.
She sends me text messages
Whenever she is stressed.

We have a unique bond.
She is busy with her life
And I look for a life beyond
A mother and a wife.

Whenever we are free,
We arrange to meet and exchange
Over a cup of coffee,
Our views on love and marriage.

This is the cycle of life,
I too left my parents home
I believe there is an after life,
There is never a vacuum