As i flew through
the corridors into that room
the woman screaming there
my mother to become
trying to push out that tiny body
the baby...i would become
a life a soul whatever you call me
as i enter the body
a screaming entry i give
aghast..the tiny body feels
awaiting the known warmth
of its mother..would not listen
to its soul mate me to calm
who are you? ..you just came into me
when those motherly hands
picks up the baby and cuddles it
to her bosom and with a kiss..ah..that did it
ah..then i am told to the baby..who i am
'so you are me' says the baby
in that cuddle i start living the baby
forgetting myself
A very original write Samanyan on a subject that hardly finds a place in poetry...10
Sam, your pen has the miraculous power of turning whatever it touches upon into gold. CP
Sam, i love this poem of a vision of a woman, mother and child[you]. You did a great job! a 10 for sure
in the first part we can see the mother's joy, when she is giving her baby.it's very comforting knowing that others are in the same boat as her.
Oh I liked it very much and i Have my valid reason for it too.. I had raised a question in my write ' A question' n here i think u gave me a fairly satisfactory answer.. :)
Beautiful poem. Well penned This subject is very rarely written here. Enjoyed reading it Thanks for sharing with me
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
our souls are bigger than we could ever hope to be and the love in it is stronger than any thing this world could imagine. very well put sam! a ten