veeraiyah subbulakshmi


Not only today, but always.. Poem by veeraiyah subbulakshmi


The puffed sleeve of your blouse,
Extends to below elbow, the laces,
In your pretty gowns, the wreath in your crown,
The wide open eyes collect the dews of shy,
You are beautiful, still as pretty as the sky,
Carrying the desired kids for display,
Weeping is not your pastime,
Only sometimes shows the tantrums,
The cautious hen with spread feathers,
Sense the hearts using the thermometer,
Of intuition, always on guard to chase away the troubles,
Oxytocin is a chemical, is your love made of it? ,
Loaded with vials to supply unconditionally,
Your love never gets older, always rejuvenates,
To be younger, the young love in a mother priceless.
Even the mother less Gods may be envious,
At the sight of your gentle kind nature,
That strives and prays for your kid’s future.

Submitted: Saturday, May 11, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 16, 2013

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