Peaceful repose of tranquility,
mirroring blissful divinity.
Heartwarming look of an innocent face
endearing charming bewitching grace;
serene and sacred temple like,
face of a sleeping infant child.
Twitch on the lips of sleeping child
dreaming infant's mystic smile.
Sometimes even while awake,
a focused stare in blank space,
smiles an infant in trance like gaze.
Two month old, what might it dream?
Recollection of cozy womb's confines!
Or could there be memories of past!
Mysterious might be the message cast
of some relation with pre-birth past!
mystery of an infant's smile.
a lovely poem about a great subject a child's smile. What could be more special full of innocence and love,
A beautiful poem, so picturesque and true of an innocent babe's nature! Reading this I am reminded of William Wordsworth's Ode on Intimations of Immortality where he speaks of a child's direct descend from Heaven; Our birth is but a sleep and a forgetting: The Soul that rises with us, our life's Star, Hath had elsewhere its setting, And cometh from afar: Not in entire forgetfulness, And not in utter nakedness, But trailing clouds of glory do we come
A lovely thoughtful poem, who knows what lies within the mind of an infant.
Without a doubt, a very beautiful write. Reads more like a song. Love it!
wow! i'm mesmerized with this fantastic write. a love thought, nicely penned. i like it.
And the saying goes.. child is the father of man. Here is an infant lying telling the adults every tale of its immediate past and perhaps the apprehensions of the future imminent. The smile it has on the face has to be there to instill in us a hope that can ultimately triumph one day perhaps. A short but fine poem Chawla sir.. Thank you.
The infants eyes do so gleam As he/she does see God in between In the play of light and shadow He/she is confused of where has been Good work sir and I welcome you to my page too
There have been very few poems that I have read about an infant. This one was was written very beautifully. Your words expressed about an infants smile really touched my heart. To see a smile makes you wonder what are they thinking. I guess that is something that we may never know. Only the God who created them will know. It is really wonderful seeing it. I loved your write.
delight of mind beams as smile.A fine poem from a fine thought.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.I would like to translate this poem
Is there anything more beautiful than the child's smile? You painted not only the beauty but also the mistery that comes with it. Could it be such a reason that we are being given eyes to admire beauty and heart to love it? Or could it be that we are being given a soul to wonder why, how, and what's behind before and after? We are taught to take the things as they are, to live in the moment appreciate each drop of beauty. Yet your poem proves once again that our appreciation of beauty goes beyond the present into the future. A mother of a teenager, when I feel on the verge of exasperation, I remember the smile you talk about and all my anger is melting away, so here's the proof that the infant's smile could be a timeless joy for anyone. Thank you for sharing a smile's jurney across past present and future!