You knocked
At midnight,
How come you are awake;
Didn't you get your supplies?
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Oh, wait a while, But thanks for reminding me. Before I knew Room was full Of bouquets of blooms In every tint and hue. Ammmmmmazing imageries created dear Mamtaji! Oh breeze! and indeed, remarkable is interlink between spring and the son! great accomplishment! 1010101010!
Unfergettable is the momemt for anyone when life promotes one to a parent! A lovelypoem, mamta!
This poem is written for my son, who was born in spring. Wecall him Sameer, which means gentle breeze. You won't believe this, Mamta, but it was the last lines that moved me so much - the beat therein. Indeed your son was not just born in spring, He is spring - freshness, blossoms, beauty, joy - no pain. And the poem itself is all softness and serenity. Thanks, Mamta, thanks mark
Beautiful imagery in this poem Mamta...the arrival of spring co-inciding with the birth of your son....
A beautiful dedication.