Blazing Memory

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.