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You can feel fragrance of smiles ,she is child ,
She is growing and glowing in hues so mild .
A candle in mist ,a bliss for sight .
Then makes a heaven of home ,her site .
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And childhood jumps and clings to her lap.
In womanhood childhood there's no gap.
But time goes on ,she gains grey hair ,
This part of nature ,though ,not fair .
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Great grand ma nature,never gets old ,
And this injustice never been told --
Great great grand ma ever fresh n 'green ,
And this grand mother never has been .
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Comes childhood dancing around ,surrounds .
Her content pleasure ,knows no bounds .
She sings lull-a-by ,her grey hair dance
She looks not grown up ,as if in trance .
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She holds the age old magic -wand ,
To take grandchildren to dream-land .
They grow up come in next stage ,
She takes long leap for infant age .
- Pratibha saksena
Monday, January 3, 2011
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ReplyDeleteLife is a continual journey: path is not important, the journey and its aroma is.
ReplyDeleteAnd a mother always bestows smile and happiness during this course.
Green or not, young or not, black/blonde or grey, the love and the blessings never fade away.
Life is a magic, and so is the smile of a mother. No wonder every magical wand takes a circular path to spell a cast.
Thank you so much for such a nice, cute, rhyming and at the very same time truthful poem.
Regards
She holds the age old magic -wand ,
ReplyDeleteTo take grandchildren to dream-land .
They grow up come in next stage ,
She takes long leap for infant age .
your way of expression is impressive .
-gyanchand marmagya