Saturday, August 25, 2012

Poem on infant - 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.

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


Anonymous 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.

Anonymous 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.

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!