WONDERS OF LIFE

WONDERS OF LIFE

The blue of the hemisphere
Cloud canvas on the wave,
Between
Life
And
Living
Where birds are free to move
From the land to the horizon,
Between
Vision
And
Imagination
A dream with a movement
In a way like a flying discourse,
Between
Mind
And
Thinking
Reaches to the earth
With my eyes upon the glamour
Between
Moon
And
Stars
Now dwelling in wonders of life
Turns into sovereign tour,
Between
Life
And
Breathing.

I am one of the stunned observers,
Life is not so open, as we see in the
Great blue, which has inward controls,
We do not know, or see in wonderful eyes.

THE FAMILIAR GRANDMOTHER

THE FAMILIAR GRANDMOTHER

Grandmother tries to hold,
Her loved grandson,
He slips on the ground
Where he wants to leap
Like an able man to walk upon
Struggling in her caring control, and
Being alarmed, she tries for a bound,
To have a cool jerk if fallen upon.

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The poem written again:

Grandmother tries to hold,

Her loved grandson,

He slips on the ground

Where he wants to leap

By the way of his innocent journey,

To be the man who can walk upon,

Struggling in her caring control,

Being alarmed, she tries for a bound,

Just to have the baby a cool jerk if fallen upon.

 

 

MOTHER WITH ALIBIS

1.

She is a new mother,

Her world is in the light of

The score of proud fantasy,

To show the world,

 

 

She is a mother,

She has duty

To feed the baby

As and when she feels the need,

 

And the baby has no choice

Other than mother’s choice,

She thinks

Crying baby is not always hungry,

 

She spends more time,

With her profession,

And to earn more money

Is priority spectrum.

 

When her kin make her

Alert for attending crying baby,

She feels angry,

And she goes out on high heels.

 

She works on her own,

She avoids commands from others,

Motherhood is a deal,

She thinks so, round her baby.

 

Her voice and breathing,

Goes with spells of confirmation,

“It is my baby, none can dictate me.

Nothing can cure a crying baby, except me”