Anita Sehgal

(Delhi)

A Mother's Song


Oh! my Darling Baby,
Where have you come from?

With your skin as fresh as the coming dawn,
With your eyes sparkling like the morning dew,
Your soft coos like the gurgle of a brook.

I wonder, where you have come from?
You look at me with eyes heavy with sleep,
Eyelashes curl up your cheeks…
My lullaby floats you into the celestial world
for your smile says it all.
Mystified at the emotions that flit across your face..
I wonder if you carry the memories of lives goneby?


Hush,
Sleep, Baby, sleep
For the hand that rocks the cradle shall also shield!


An aura of Divinity surrounds …
you have stolen my heart for eternity.
I look at your beatific smiling innocence
and disquiet weighs on me for treacherous are the ways of the world.
Under the wings of love I shall strive to insulate you from the frowns of life.


And before long it shall be time to leave….
Temptations abound… the forces of Maya* clutch and life vacillates between many a high and low
Forbidding winds blow and filled with anxiety I brood as to how you shall traverse the paths of life?

I pray that no thorn pricks your soft feet,
No arrow pierces your bosom…
There is much in this beauteous creation that is worthy of reverence…
May all things sublime cross your path!


My heart melts and blessings pour forth
'May you carry with you the divinity for life for HE alone can steer you through the maze that is this world! ”



*The illusive power of creation

Submitted: Monday, April 08, 2013
Edited: Wednesday, October 09, 2013

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  • Rookie - 80 Points Vivek Tiwari (8/12/2013 8:24:00 PM)

    The beginning tone of the poem reminds me of Sarojini Naidu but according to the serious change of thought the tone changes to the description of motherly affection where mother's loving and affectionate devotion for child is dearly expressed. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 16 Points Yasmeen Khan (6/16/2013 9:08:00 AM)

    For a mother the child is the purest gift of Nature sent to her from Heaven and the joy and bliss you celebrate here is shared by all mothers. I loved the line: 'I wonder if you carry the memories of lives goneby? '
    (I'm grateful ma'am for reading my poem and kind comments) (Report) Reply

  • Bronze Star - 6,930 Points Ramesh Rai (6/16/2013 3:06:00 AM)

    nice n beautiful song. i remember that story. the belover asked to bnring to the heart of mother so he did. while carrying the heart of his mother he stmbled with a stone m fell down. the heart cried son did u get injury. like to share it (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 78 Points Payal Parande (6/15/2013 2:57:00 AM)

    Mothers are fonder than fathers of their children because they are more certain they are their own.
    Aristotle
    i love my mother....and after reading your piece, ma'am i think i love her more than ever so thank you (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 234 Points Shahzia Batool (4/24/2013 12:26:00 AM)

    So Pure! ! ! Anita ji, beautiful images are set...a poem about a universal relation with mom being a heavenly character...i would like to share my favorite poem here:

    Morning Song

    by Sylvia Plath



    Love set you going like a fat gold watch.
    The midwife slapped your footsoles, and your bald cry
    Took its place among the elements.

    Our voices echo, magnifying your arrival. New statue.
    In a drafty museum, your nakedness
    Shadows our safety. We stand round blankly as walls.

    I'm no more your mother
    Than the cloud that distills a mirror to reflect its own slow
    Effacement at the wind's hand.

    All night your moth-breath
    Flickers among the flat pink roses. I wake to listen:
    A far sea moves in my ear.

    One cry, and I stumble from bed, cow-heavy and floral
    In my Victorian nightgown.
    Your mouth opens clean as a cat's. The window square

    Whitens and swallows its dull stars. And now you try
    Your handful of notes;
    The clear vowels rise like balloons. (Report) Reply

  • Rookie - 354 Points Om Chawla (4/13/2013 10:34:00 AM)

    Such a sublime thought and so very wonderfully expressed. Truly admirable.
    True a mother also can only try to 'insulate.....from frowns of life' as interplay of Mayavi forces ultimately takes control of man's destiny when only HE can guide.
    Thought provoking and with a great insight. (Report) Reply

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