Sprouts
A child securely asleep in its mother’s womb,
And swimming in the slushy warmth
Of her placental stream
Is born one day to an eerie world.
Thereon a magical closed circle is drawn
In which the mother and the child
Lock themselves in….
Maturing through time
From an infant to an adult
All along, a tender synergy develops
Between the mother and the child
Starting even before birth,
Spanning across life!
A mother’s love pours forth
Like the gush of a fountain
That in its inundating tide
Drowns all other forms of love
To a mother, her baby
Is a treasure beyond price
Her arms encircle him,
In her tight hold, he feels secure
Rocking him, singing lullabies
Kneeling in prayer time and again
Whispering prayers to God for his well being
She spends sleepless nights,
Tending her flesh of flesh
Fashioned like an angel,
A mother
The wondrous creation of God’s dexterous hands!
Her heart, a well spring from which flows all goodness
Breeding only love,
Never failing, never faltering
And a child wallows in its splendor
That they remain
So glued together!