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
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February 18, 2016
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