A DOTING MOTHER
Night like a doting mother puts her tired child
to sleep,
As she gently covers her with a dark mantle of
star-studded veil, -
Devouring it complete!
She sings a sweet lullaby of sadness and grief;
Of pleasure and pain and love and hate;
And of an eternal cycle of life and death!
Like a doting mother she puts her child to
peaceful rest,
Nurturing it inside her loving womb,
Before she once again gives it a fresh new
birth,
And we see a new, radiant dawn break!
-Raj Nandy
New Delhi
23 Feb 09
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very beautifully you have interwoven the night and a doting mother, in whose arms we get comfort, solace, energised to be reborn again. lovely poem10 Mamta