Sounds of Soul --My Lovely Children

Birds open the dawn with an offbeat show Drop a many colored cherry at my window I pick it up and look at it with a great surprise It is purple, white and blue, -- with vivid eyes I hardly guess it signifies my most precious gift That would give our flat mood quite a high lift Such things happen only once in a blue moon When you see a host of kicks coming too soon At noon is born the pearl of our conjoined dance Fair, dimpled, thick hair, -- we look on in a trance A daughter, la hija, fille, our ‘meye’ in Bengali A sun is smiling seated on the ripe strawberry It brings a beauty tide in the entire household Every inch of hectic hours goes lovelier manifold Baby cot, feeding bottle, medicine, swing, lullaby Toil for bread, -- time flies in the blink of an eye Gradually grows the baby, -- into a brook-like child Nice view of growing girl sometimes a flower wild In the shade of teachers, parents and grand parents Unfolds her study, personality along with merriment Old leaves drop at home, arrives drought and flood Adaptation flows in deep, -- in the maturing blood This is time, life, world and family all on the move Mirth mingling with tears in its every groove The tree is old and laden with many a sound of soul The offspring is now a sunny lady focused on her goal ________________________________________________ February 18, 2016