Monday, January 3, 2011

Woman &Childhood .(From old poems)

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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

3 comments:

  1. बहुत ही सुन्दर रचना।

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  2. Life is a continual journey: path is not important, the journey and its aroma is.
    And 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

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  3. 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 .

    your way of expression is impressive .

    -gyanchand marmagya

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