My
winter was not frozen, this time
November
was a rain of romance
December
was that warmth of relations
January
is indeed not frozen
Bringing
the warmth of hope
Waiting
for the visit of my little angel
She
is floating in the flux of fluid
Wandering
in the warmth of womb
Swimming
her way to the light of life
From
her pristine prelude to life
Bouncing
on to my bare bosom
Wonder!
My winter is not frozen
When
heavens played swaps with the seasons
It’s
celestial shower of sunshine in my life
She
is dazzling as divine…pristine as petals
For
once, the lily laments
And
the river ruptures
For
want of beauty and serenity
For,
my little angel stole it so innocuously!
(* wrote a few
days before the birth of my son in January, 2015. “She” in the poem is a gender
neutral reference. Happened to be “Him”…dazzling as divine…pristine as petals!)
