The Cradle Of Life Poem by Ravi Panamanna

The Cradle Of Life

Rating: 5.0


It was just another dawn;
It was just another wind.
The streets were empty
And the town was silent in her voice.

And in that thinning mist
I was on a morning walk.
Not many vendors had begun their day,
Not many birds were on the sidewalks.

The avenue lent a charming shade;
The breeze was kissing my chest.
The florists, the steaming samovars,
The waking scenes brought me an O Henry tale.

Life to me seemed a running brook,
That hour to me lent a charming lass.
Before me lay a whispering city,
Behind me was a bird opening her wings.

In those waking moments,
A wheelbarrow approached me in slow paces.
A woman was at the helm;
It was her morning rounds.

City’s corners listened to her footsteps,
A basket and a broomstick told her morning tale.
And among these cleansing tools
Sat a child breathing the winds of life.

She knew no perils;
She was in the cradle of life.
The schedules of life troubled her not,
She was innocence personified.

Setting a deepening tone,
It was a lingering moment.
The barrow served her a cradle,
The clattering wheels, a lullaby.

Moments later
The age old scene disappeared from my sight.
From the pavement of waking life I blest-
'May the bud spread the sweetness of dales,
May the kid wither not in the winds'.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Lynda Robson 12 May 2009

Well expressed, good to read, thanks, 10 Lynda xx

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Muhammad Ali 12 May 2009

A lovely poem to read... thanx for sharing Ravi! 10.. Ali

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Ency Bearis 12 May 2009

wonderful write...a significant one...

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Louis Rams 11 May 2009

a great write. it shows one who is seeing life, and the other living that life.

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Shekhar Joshi 11 May 2009

beautiful......... excellent......(can't find the right words)

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Seema Chowdhury 20 May 2009

wonderful lines. it took me back to my days when i was in Bangladesh. this was a common scene when i would go for a morning walk.thanks for sharing.

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Saadat Tahir 17 May 2009

She knew no perils; She was in the cradle of life. The schedules of life troubled her not, She was innocence personified. Hi ravi great post, , , very nice lines...tender and loving vheers

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Alison Cassidy 14 May 2009

Your words are delivered with the unmistakable stamp of a true poet. There is a musicality in your writing which is hypnotic and enchants the writer. Your story is poignant - a small slice of life that you capture with compassion and a light touch. Your cradle of life rocks sweetly. Love, Allie ♥ ♥ ♥ ♥

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Lee Crowell 12 May 2009

well structured with a nice theme thanks for sharing

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Dat wuz beautiful i loved it really! ! 10++ DLG

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Ravi Panamanna

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Ottapalam- Kerala State- India
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