A Weighing Breast For A Waking Life Poem by Ravi Panamanna
A Weighing Breast For A Waking Life
It is a beating summer,
All the birds have left the dales.
It is a beating March,
All the rivers are dreaming for rains.
And in that sweat
I am listening to an endless clatter.
A track is being repaired,
Hammers are at work.
And under a shady bower,
Upon the lap of a swing,
A baby sleeps in soft dreams,
She is in the care of winds.
Her mother is hammering for life,
Sun is merciless upon her breast.
Now and then, she peeps unto the bower
And listens for a cry too supple for her breast
And the mother returns her eyes,
She is back into her routine winds.
Beyond a weighing hammer
She carries a weighing breast for a waking life.
superb poem sir....the baby in the care of wind..lovely...a very realistic and day to day subject of india told with lovely imagery and clarity...thanks for guiding me to this poem
A fantastic poem speaking in favour of a woman who toils in the hot sun and caring for her baby at the same time. This is fate of many labor class today as we notice everywhere in the country.
dear ravi, this is so wonderful and touching. i literaly saw the lady at work. i appreciate your concern for the poor.wonderfull. voted10 love surya.
the suckling for life, has been part of my growing up, seeing the gypsy fortune tellers and the everyday women on the trains breast feeding their children. your poem has so much truth to life. a ten
well poeticized scene we often see in our country...
You have marvelously written this so well, so touching about the relationship of a mother to her child.Thanks for sharing your thoughts
superb poem, touching verses...a scene that so many of us see in our daily lives...you have the fortitude to write about such emotional issues. Well penned
the concept of the poem is good, though it brings out the picture of a mother caring for the child, it has room for further development where more in depth feel could be brought out.. anyways the poem was good.
the setting of the poem and the expression of the mothers anxiousness for the child is obvious in the poem.a mother feeds her baby with so much warmth and love, it is admirable.great poem ravi.thanks for sharing. ritty
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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The beating of life and building of life come through.