Saturday, August 25, 2012

Poem on infant - Barath

Barath
Photo by Jeevan
His innocent smiles
baths in dewdrops rain;
His sweet gestures
console grief and pain.

His giggle sounds
a great stress buster;
His intend cry
a melting of heart.

His tiny fingers
holds hope within palms;
His little feet
an impression of soft petals.

His infant smells
a fragrance of distinct;
His watchful eyes
a phrase of instinct.

His motion limbs
fluttering of butterfly;
His crawl seeks
a pursuit of dreams.

Footnote:
 
Writing on the thought of my nephew Barath and the photo was captured by me during his visit to home.

8 comments:

Srinivas said...

Lovely poem, Jeevan :) And very nice photo (nothing like a black and white picture when poignancy is the intended effect!)

And I could totally relate to this, especially since there is a newborn infant in my family too. :) :)

TexWisGirl said...

so sweet. you have a lot of love for him and it shows. :)

i like your header photo, too. life's journey.

ladyfi said...

Awww - such a lovely baby and you're a loving uncle.

Ponniyinselvan said...

Its quite ironical that on this day you write about birth and about an infant.Though this is a saddest day for me ,your poem gave the sweet thoughts of Karthik's birth.
karthik+amma

Kalyan said...

nice cute photo along with the sweet lovely lines...nice one!

eden said...

Nice capture and poem. Thank you for sharing.

Rajesh said...

He i s cute. Very lovely poem for him.

Rakesh Vanamali said...

Excellent post!