New born

It’s when the chords of nature are in perfect symphony,
A new life is conceived, fusing alternating forces in harmony.
It’s then the soul traverses through many existential layers,
Breathing life into the new body, a manifestation of pure and humble prayers.
Through days and months of intricate biological engineering,
Is crafted a figurine so delicate, worth cuddling and admiring.
The whole universe rejoices birth of this new life,
That witnesses dawn of this mortal world, welcoming its own set of strife.
It’s that moment when a woman transforms into a mother,
Embracing yet another role so dignified in stature.
The mother breathes out a relieving sigh, as she hears the first cry,
A drop of tear rolls down her tired face,
Whispering to her, ‘be prepared to give it your best try’.
When she holds and looks at the innocence adorned,
Emotions well up in her misty eyes, driving away a life forlorn.
A fountain of joy and bliss spurts in the mother’s heart,
Communicating just one message, ‘Now that we have met, we shall never part’.
A euphoria creeps in, quenching all her agonies and anxieties,
Rekindles her faith, transcending her to newer spiritual faculties.
A mystery, a magic, a miracle unravelled, shall keep the soul of the mother guarded.
Those endearing, perky, sparkling eyes stare at its caregiver,
Perhaps trying to tell, ‘now you have me to caress and pamper’.
The glance shared is locked in the memory lane,
shall remind the mother of its beauty every time she is in pain.
Radiates a presence absolutely divine
Cooingly assures its guardian, ‘I am yours, you are mine’.



An unspoken, inarticulate, undefined language of pure love,
That’s engraved in the space between the two forever and above.
Vibrations of this love form shall resonate till the bond exists,
Singing the saga of creation’s remarkable trysts.
As those tiny, little fingers entwine in the mother’s palm,
All her anguish disappears, transpiring an existence of serenity and calm.
Arrival of the new born makes the mother feel alive again,
Marks a fresh beginning of vitality and vigour regained.
Embarking a new phase of learning and unlearning together,
After all it is that, ‘both the mother and child are born to each other’.
Mother shall then nourish her ‘bundle of delight’,
Preparing it to face the worldly plight.
Grooming must be in synchrony with nature’s elements,
Nurturing true values and righteous thoughts, shaping a character virtuous and eminent.
New born is nature’s most marvellous wonder, forces every logically wired mind to ponder,
About the mystic way of nature’s procreation,
which is beyond scientific explanation and logical comprehension.
With the advent of a new born, a woman feels reincarnated,
 As it’s rightly said, ‘this a perfect example of a relationship eternally integrated’.

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