Hey friends,
It isn't always that we enjoy our holidays in the best possible ways.Holidays can be fun,holidays can be boring. Some resort to doing new and recreational stuffs, and for some holidays just come and go and they live their usual lives. Some do crazy things -fun and sometimes dangerous and some prefer to give rest to their tired bones.( Lazy bones,i would say!!!). Mine had been a great one this time. A week's stay at Malaysia and Singapore... i couldn't have asked for something better! From flying to the Kuala Lumpur airport to flying back from Singapore (Not that i was only flying throughout!!!), everything was an experience to cherish- fascinating,tiring yet rejuvenating!More on my sojourn in my coming posts...now i need to be back to my job which is called Routine Life!!! Cya soon folks...
Friday, October 17, 2008
From the heart of a mother...
Clad in gold and carmine,
With vermillion embellishing her forehead,
Bearing a demeanor, somber and apprehensive,
Discerning the sea change in her life.
As I fix my maternal gaze on her,
I stand still, my heart aches
for the advent of days without her.
Wishing to relive the bygone halcyon days,
I reminiscence the day she was born.
As I heard its first faint coos, I knew it was a she.
Tender and enchanting she truly was,
my little angel - a prayer answered,
held a promise of new life,
beaming like the Sun rising over East.
As her eyes opened wide to the gleam of life
and ears woke up to the sounds of animation,
I saw dreams, myriad, for her.
The sparkling eyes, like two stars in place,
Skin, lovely, like blossoming morning glories,
Soft little mouth tallying pink rose petals,
Hair woven by the silkworms themselves,
Cheeks, with dimples as imprints of God,
And the smile, ear to ear,
filled my world with perfect bliss.
As I held her to my bosom,
feeling the warmth of the summer sun
and the comforting arms of night,
life zoomed by like an hourglass.
She grew from an infant to a lass,
to what she stands as a beau ideal dame,
ready to take obligations in store.
Sluing back from nostalgia,
with an errant spurt of emotions,
An endless river of tears wets my eyes
as I stand drinking in her Elysian presence
garnering the treasures of my life-Her memories.
With vermillion embellishing her forehead,
Bearing a demeanor, somber and apprehensive,
Discerning the sea change in her life.
As I fix my maternal gaze on her,
I stand still, my heart aches
for the advent of days without her.
Wishing to relive the bygone halcyon days,
I reminiscence the day she was born.
As I heard its first faint coos, I knew it was a she.
Tender and enchanting she truly was,
my little angel - a prayer answered,
held a promise of new life,
beaming like the Sun rising over East.
As her eyes opened wide to the gleam of life
and ears woke up to the sounds of animation,
I saw dreams, myriad, for her.
The sparkling eyes, like two stars in place,
Skin, lovely, like blossoming morning glories,
Soft little mouth tallying pink rose petals,
Hair woven by the silkworms themselves,
Cheeks, with dimples as imprints of God,
And the smile, ear to ear,
filled my world with perfect bliss.
As I held her to my bosom,
feeling the warmth of the summer sun
and the comforting arms of night,
life zoomed by like an hourglass.
She grew from an infant to a lass,
to what she stands as a beau ideal dame,
ready to take obligations in store.
Sluing back from nostalgia,
with an errant spurt of emotions,
An endless river of tears wets my eyes
as I stand drinking in her Elysian presence
garnering the treasures of my life-Her memories.
-Sharbanee Prusty
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