You knocked
At midnight,
How come you are awake;
Didn't you get your supplies?
No, thanks, I am well fed.
its just, am cramped
And restless.
May I come out
While its springtime?
It’s too dark inside.
Oh, wait a while,
But thanks for reminding me.
Before I knew
Room was full
Of bouquets of blooms
In every tint and hue.
As I inhaled the
Fragrance
That got mixed with smell
Of medicines,
You looked up at me
Did I see recognition
In your wide open eyes?
How come forgot
I was in pain…
Sisters smiled
As they arranged
Flowers in every vase
They could find;
Even improvised-
Putting some in
Mugs and tubs.
Son, spring had
Truly arrived
And stayed back
For ever with a
Gentle breeze…
This poem is written for my son, who was born in spring.
We call him Sameer, which means gentle breeze.
Oh, wait a while, But thanks for reminding me. Before I knew Room was full Of bouquets of blooms In every tint and hue. Ammmmmmazing imageries created dear Mamtaji! Oh breeze! and indeed, remarkable is interlink between spring and the son! great accomplishment! 1010101010!
Unfergettable is the momemt for anyone when life promotes one to a parent! A lovelypoem, mamta!
This poem is written for my son, who was born in spring. Wecall him Sameer, which means gentle breeze. You won't believe this, Mamta, but it was the last lines that moved me so much - the beat therein. Indeed your son was not just born in spring, He is spring - freshness, blossoms, beauty, joy - no pain. And the poem itself is all softness and serenity. Thanks, Mamta, thanks mark
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
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Beautiful imagery in this poem Mamta...the arrival of spring co-inciding with the birth of your son....