Like a deer listening to the wind,
The waiting have struck me still,
Your cry alone will do the magic.
My ear eagerly awaits,
The sound that men hitherto disperse,
i love to hear you cry.
From the round enclave of nature,
No eye ever journeyed therein,
Rest our bundle of joy.
A journey of nine score months,
From one world to another,
Through the natural highway to life.
Oh! my baby nephew,
Your cry just made my day,
With my thunderbolt shouts
I react to your timely cry.
What a remarkable and lovely birth-poem for your nephew! You have launched his arrival into the world with the very best type of gift - a close relative's love. The opening image is really wonderful! A deer listening to the wind describes you waiting for news of the baby's successful birth, but it spills over and suggests a loveliness we hope will be true of the new child's life. The gentleness and fragility of a deer we project onto the new-born and that's why this new-born needs loving uncles like you.
Thanks Mr. Daniel, your review work is invaluable...the boy(little great man) is 2years and is doing fine
Thanks Daniel for your ever excellent and highly valued review work. You are good
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Your cry just made my day, it has also made mine too. I Like it