A Mother's Song Poem by Anita Sehgal
A Mother's Song
Oh! my Darling Baby,
Where have you come from?
With your skin as fresh as the coming dawn,
With your eyes sparkling like the morning dew,
Your soft coos like the gurgle of a brook.
I wonder, where you have come from?
You look at me with eyes heavy with sleep,
Eyelashes curl up your cheeks…
My lullaby floats you into the celestial world
for your smile says it all.
Mystified at the emotions that flit across your face..
I wonder if you carry the memories of lives goneby?
Hush,
Sleep, Baby, sleep
For the hand that rocks the cradle shall also shield!
An aura of Divinity surrounds …
you have stolen my heart for eternity.
I look at your beatific smiling innocence
and disquiet weighs on me for treacherous are the ways of the world.
Under the wings of love I shall strive to insulate you from the frowns of life.
And before long it shall be time to leave….
Temptations abound… the forces of Maya* clutch and life vacillates between many a high and low
Forbidding winds blow and filled with anxiety I brood as to how you shall traverse the paths of life?
I pray that no thorn pricks your soft feet,
No arrow pierces your bosom…
There is much in this beauteous creation that is worthy of reverence…
May all things sublime cross your path!
My heart melts and blessings pour forth
'May you carry with you the divinity for life for HE alone can steer you through the maze that is this world! ”
*The illusive power of creation
Such a sublime thought and so very wonderfully expressed. Truly admirable. True a mother also can only try to 'insulate.....from frowns of life' as interplay of Mayavi forces ultimately takes control of man's destiny when only HE can guide. Thought provoking and with a great insight.
So Pure! ! ! Anita ji, beautiful images are set...a poem about a universal relation with mom being a heavenly character...i would like to share my favorite poem here: Morning Song by Sylvia Plath Love set you going like a fat gold watch. The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry Took its place among the elements. Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue. In a drafty museum, your nakedness Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls. I'm no more your mother Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow Effacement at the wind's hand. All night your moth-breath Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen: A far sea moves in my ear. One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral In my Victorian nightgown. Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try Your handful of notes; The clear vowels rise like balloons.
What a wonderful poem for mama. I like it. Thanks for sharing
The beginning tone of the poem reminds me of Sarojini Naidu but according to the serious change of thought the tone changes to the description of motherly affection where mother's loving and affectionate devotion for child is dearly expressed.
For a mother the child is the purest gift of Nature sent to her from Heaven and the joy and bliss you celebrate here is shared by all mothers. I loved the line: 'I wonder if you carry the memories of lives goneby? ' (I'm grateful ma'am for reading my poem and kind comments)
nice n beautiful song. i remember that story. the belover asked to bnring to the heart of mother so he did. while carrying the heart of his mother he stmbled with a stone m fell down. the heart cried son did u get injury. like to share it
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/25/2024 10:23:01 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Wonderful narrative and powerful rendering indeed dear Madam. This is a case of fine poetry with a mission of the kind. Salute to the Great Mother...