Nectarof Joy Poem by mohanan viswambharan Nair
Nectarof Joy
She clung to my chest,
So as an ivy vine on a wall.
Her nails on my back jabbed,
Lest I should loosen her.
I walked and walked.
Rejoining to her smile.
This is our world, other is yours,
Yet another one, your mother's.
She tightened her hold on all my moves.
Her eyes spread like a bud.
Amid her babble and coo,
Heard her calling me dad.
Laid her on my lap as I rested,
Watched her blooming lips on and on.
Could I not stop smelling her lips?
She kept biting my nose.
An aroma of joy between her lips!
Having stood apart, my queen consort
Was enjoying herself the pampering.
An insightful piece of poetry elegantly brought forth from the heart with conviction. Lovely portrayal of the euphoric bliss of much awaited arrival of a bundle of joy - a newborn baby. Beautiful poem with rendition of words to utmost justice. Thanks for sharing Mohanan and welcome to Poemhunter.
I walked and walked. Rejoining to her smile. This is our world, other is yours, Yet another one, your mother's. your poet's notes revealed a lot about the poem that you wrote. endearing terms of a life and love. tony
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5/2/2024 12:13:14 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A father lost his first child.When a second baby was born after a long period, his wife did not allow him to take that baby as his wife doubted that the baby might fall down from his hands.Mother is so selfish due to her love towards her baby. Once father took the baby and walked to and fro on the verandah of the house and tried to make the baby laugh. He heard the baby calling him dad among its babble and coo.But mother was secretally watching everything.