This Is The Day (16 Jun 2009) Poem by Putholi Arumugham T

This is the day, A day to dance and sing,
The day I have been dreaming for so long.
Here is my new born son, my own Telemachus,
a poem born with my own bones, blood and flesh.


He came to this world eyes wide open
and hairs all over his face like a lion.
His skin so pink and cheeks so chubby,
staring at me as if he knew me, my little baby.


A dropp of tear at the corner of my eye
to see him move his arms and give a gentle cry.
His feet so tiny and palms so pure like a crystals.
Oh! as he holds my finger, my whole body sparkles.


Next moment his rosy lips pour forth a smile,
Did you see that, Did you see that I jumped,
asking every one sitting and standing around,
as if I have never seen that for a very long while.



I never ever thought parenthood is so godly,
Unless this moment, seeing my creation so lively.
The most remarkable day in my life is this,
My gift to this world lying along his mother Isis .



Still I cant believe he is mini-me,
Wish I could foresee what a person he would be.
But let me not give him my ideas, dreams and wishes,
Its for him to choose scapel, T square or brushes.


This is the day, A day to dance and sing,
The day I have been dreaming for so long.