Poems for my daughter Ananya
(written for her, inspired by her, when she was a month old)
Who are you?Who are you, my darling?
What tidings do you bring?
Where do you come from?
Where do you have to go?
When today was still unborn
Where were you, my life's breath?
When today will be gone
Where and how will you be (after I'm gone)
What made you come to me?
Who showed you to me?
Have we met before somewhere, sometime?
Will we meet again, after we part this time?
What is it that makes you part of me, but separate
That you belong to me, but are not mine?
Are you -
a lost angel looking for your lost world and your lost wings?
Gentle Stirrings.
Like the gentle stirring in the bosom of the woods
When the first light of dawn warms a million beating hearts within
Like the sudden burst of colour on a dreary, rainy day
When the wind blows away wisps of gossamer cloud as He shines through
Like a little pink bud shaking all over with dew
Waking up for a new day, bathed and cleansed
My baby stirs up, from a restful repast.
(2001)
Simply Sublime!
ReplyDeleteUma...I have goosebumps reading this one.
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ReplyDeleteThanks pals! Your comments help me keep at it:) -Uma.
ReplyDeleteUma,
ReplyDeleteSimply beautiful! Wish I could pen a few like that!