For a nappy sleep or hunger deep
When a baby doesn’t grin but cries,
Tears rain from sobbing clouds,
Fills the angel's divine eyes.
A mother knows her offspring's need,
Comes she often with her loving feed;
Crying subsides with traces of tears,
A godly face enlightens with cheers.
A paragon of beauty, a precious gift
Far from all small trifling rifts –
For a mother it's of immense worth,
Her heart now sings with humble mirth.
The baby grins with a quenched heart,
Sheen from shines can't be made apart,
With drops of tears in blue deep eyes
The angel's face now has a sunrise.
It's just like sunshine after a short spell of shower;
It's like facing the sun by a blooming sunflower.
A mother with her glee gazes on this glow –
Sometimes like a flower, sometimes a rainbow.
Final optimization culmination ultimisation found in only and alone in Motherhood And the beauty galore you’ve bunked out of your poetic heart…in full flow go and glow…thanks for sharing… 10 Ms. Nivedita UK
Wow! excellent write... It's not only a poem... It's an canvas art also.. Feeling so nice to visualize...
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Profoundly painted with the colours of motherhood. Well done my friend! 10/10