Tuesday, March 23, 2010

For Baby

My soul you are; my child,
My baby fluttering inside.

My days are full of longing,
Dreams of being your mom.

You were a dream before;
Now waiting at my door.

What bundle of surprises,
Wisdom, virtues and vices.

What a bond will ours be? 

I wait for time to tell me.

Unborn child, my little one,
Teach me again how to love.


കൊച്ചു മുതലാളി said...

ഏകേനാപി സുപുത്രേണ
വിദ്യായുക്തേന സാധുനാ
ആഹ്ലാദിതം കുലം സര്‍വം
യഥാ ചന്ദ്രേണ ശര്‍വ്വരീ

ചാണക്യ നീഥി 3:16

R. Ramesh said...

brilliant yar..awesome...n touching...

Anonymous said...

Looks like a stork visit is due :)

How are you? Nice to read you again.

Anya said...

Touching poem :))

Greetings from The netherlands
Anya :)

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