As the Shell
Dreams to have a pearl in it,
After a long waiting
To know the sparkling blaze
Of a mother
The fruit full pain
Originated in me.
As the infant develop,
Like joining the beads
To form a completed jewellery,
The feeling of a mom
Grew like a blossomed plant.
Each and every touches
Of the baby,
Spread out thousands of gardens
In her heart.
When the gardens piled up,
And when flowers began
To spread out their attractive smell
The small pain that soothes
The mind ended
By the arrival of the pearl from the womb
The call of the pearl,
With the sweet little voice,
Hampered her from going deep
To the colourful memories.
She said adieu to her memories
To feel the true men
From her pearl, her baby.
Ashly Raju
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/blazing-memory/
