She caresses him
With her warm eyes
Relishing the softness
Of his tender skin
She drinks the very sight
Of his slender, infant body
She holds him close
To her breasts
Enveloping him with
All the snugness she can exude
His fragile hands
His eyes closed
Peace on his face
Unmindful of the madness of this world
A tiny bundle
Of her love
A miracle
A marvel.
Incomprehensible
Gift of god
A child is born
To a mother
Born out of the recesses
Of her own being
Nourished by the throbs
Of her own heartbeats
Cradled by the
Intangible web of her own dreams
A child is born
To a mother
Raising an ordinary mortal
To the cult of a mother
She looks at him
Again and again
Indulgently
Savouring the beautiful wisp of life
Who has come through her
The feelings surmount
“I am a mother”
She wants to scream
And tell the whole world
Nothing else matters
Pride glistens in her eyes
“me and my child are the universe”
“now & ever”
The
Poet - Meenu Mehrotra
Meenu
lives in Haryana, India. She enjoys fiction writing and is
presently writing her first novel.
Ravi
Bedi India
"Very tender and full of emotions. As a tribute, I will send a picture of my painting title 'Mother and Daughter' to
BrightLight the next time. I am sure it will refresh your tender feelings about mother and child. Happy new year."
Vinett
Mehrotra India
"The poem is exceptionally written in very heart
rending, extremely touching, filled with emotions very true to life and with whom one can really relate"
