full bare breasts clasped
in a tight embrace, lips
glued to the jutting nipple
eye lids tightly shut
in supreme ecstasy, hers
semi closed in a trance
two bare bodies bathed
in the halo of the bright
glow of the morning light
woman
in eternal
communion
with child
Supreme craftsmanship. And a twist in the tail! ! Pradhan is almost like the O Henry of Poetry. I simply love this piece.
Sensual yet serious nan significant and successful. Lovely ending my friend!
Such a beautiful write about the closeness of a mother and child. Both were well satisfied and delighted in this very special bond. You amazed me with this poem. Very good indeed.
A picture of life in words, a still at least by a billion babies daily worthy of a poem indeed...regards | Delete this message
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
very fine, I like it. Will you please read my new poems..