Tucked between her hand and her bosom
A new life incubates
Like a blotting paper
Imbibing humanity through touch, smell and sight
The hand that rocks the cradle
Rules the world
Paints fantasies in colors,
Reveals the spectra of life and love.
The mom
Elegant,
Awesome, awful
Slim, obese and out of shape
Damsel, dreadful, darling, charming heartbreaker
Young, old, healthy and in between
Black, brown, yellow and white
Poured her love to someone
To plant the seed in her
To produce this life form
The mom
The incubator of life
The spring of affection and love
The source of all prominence, dominance and defiance
My mom,
Your mom,
And mom of all those old and young folks
Who once tucked each one of us
Between her hand and her bosom.
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Babru Samal
Member Since: 21 Oct, 2016
I enjoy reading and writing poetry in addition to doing science. Photography and travel are my hobbies. Check out my website www.babru.com/....
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