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| Photo by Jeevan |
His innocent smiles
baths in dewdrops rain;
His sweet gestures
console grief and pain.
His sweet gestures
console grief and pain.
His giggle sounds
a great stress buster;
His intend cry
a melting of heart.
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.
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.
a fragrance of distinct;
His watchful eyes
a phrase of instinct.
His motion limbs
fluttering of butterfly;
His crawl seeks
a pursuit of dreams.
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.
Lovely poem, Jeevan :) And very nice photo (nothing like a black and white picture when poignancy is the intended effect!)
ReplyDeleteAnd I could totally relate to this, especially since there is a newborn infant in my family too. :) :)
so sweet. you have a lot of love for him and it shows. :)
ReplyDeletei like your header photo, too. life's journey.
Awww - such a lovely baby and you're a loving uncle.
ReplyDeleteIts 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.
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nice cute photo along with the sweet lovely lines...nice one!
ReplyDeleteNice capture and poem. Thank you for sharing.
ReplyDeleteHe i s cute. Very lovely poem for him.
ReplyDeleteExcellent post!
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