Monday, March 2, 2009

no words


Little hands

Tender and soft

Her body fragile

Asking to be aloft

 

Her eyes shine

darkbrown like mine

Look up at me

talk silently

 

Tiny fingers

Slightly clutch

My finger, and I,

Love the touch

 

I leave the work

And lift her up

“My baby’”, i say

“I love you so much”

 

The baby had felt

this love before

unsaid, unspoken

even in the womb


But this was special

my eyes turned moist

my bundle of fulfilment

a lifetime's trust


March 2, 2009 

I met a month old baby today. She is my friend's niece. (it's her pic) It felt as if this child was magical. She is beautiful. Coincidently when going about my documents folder i stumbled upon this poem i had written long time back. Reproduced above. 


6 comments:

  1. :D Delightful !! such magical moments just stay with you all your life .. aint it

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  2. AHH.. beautiful.. neha..!!
    i mean, hw can u create such beautiful and simple masterpieces..JUST LIKE DAT..!! i mean.. its not like it just happnd..one or two here and der.. d blog is full of it..!!!!!!!1
    A readers delight..!! gr8 work sweety!!
    kp it up..!!!!!!!!!!!
    u rock

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  3. 1. :) Thanks Navin! yep they do!

    2. Surbhiiii! Log sochenge main teko paise deti hu achi baatein likhne ke is blog par! hehe.. thanks yaar.. teko sachi achi lagi? that makes my day. :)

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  4. haan to deti hai...!! paise ni.. us se bi bohot bohot acha kuch.. happiness!!!!!! I feel proud o u..as alwz..!! :-)

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  5. very very sweet..'stimulates' the mother in you! :)"tiny fingers/slightly clutch..." simple yet moving......

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  6. haha.. 'stimulates' and 'kindles'! lol
    thanks!

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