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Even they did sow
A seed of love
They waited and deliberated
But the seed would not germinate
They wept
They prayed
They consulted and tested
But the shoot from the seed
In refusal, stayed within

It seared through her heart
To see other farms lush
Pain and pang both
While her being barren
Scared her
She withered!
A woman without a child
Can she not crumble?
sometimes self pity
Sometimes anger
An unspoken question
Forever would poke at her

Her feminity bore all
Concerns, questions, pain and ridicule
Still without loosing her will
She decided she would fight brave
Wage a war against luck!

Today she holds a babe
In her arms
Her smiles are young
Laden with warm promises
His eyes twinkle and dream at distance
Their wait is blessed
And so is the soul
Now with parents, protection
Love and care

A family framed
A new legacy waiting to be made!
My co-sister and brother-in-law, have tried for having their child for the last 12 - 15 years.. But they were not the chosen ones there. However they decided to adopt a baby girl.. and today they have met their little angel...

As a woman, I sometimes wonder will I ever be able to imagine the pain and trauma they have experienced... But now that a golden chapter in their life begins, I am glad and all prayers!! May the best be theirs...

This poem is dedicated to the new parents and their little angel...our little angel! :)
The pen romances
The blanks of paper
Inking a love-bite
To be read
And deciphered
By generations
To come
A tale of love
Is writing
As one heart pours
And another reads
To derive
An ode.
Reach out
Extend your palm
There is so much love
Soak it in your fine lines

Reach out
Shine the twinkle in your eyes
There is so much detail
Awaiting your appreciating gaze

Reach out
Smile
There is such a vibe
Let there be a field
Enthusing positivity

Reach out
Hug your brethren
Let the goodness
Through your embrace flow

Reach out
To life
Feel its fullness
Bask in its grandeur
Even the dark canvass
Enlivens in a purple patch
Happiness lives in small enclave
Just peep down
And find its sparkle
Touch it then
To make an astounding miracle!
Crossroads are meant for meeting
Why contest?
Their diametrical being!
That thin smile
Of the growing moon
Highlights the night sky
Even more
Than the full moon!
Low sun,
Long shadows,
A different perspective,
New stories of -
The umbra and penumbra.
And in the folds
Of every heart
Is a nave
That ends in an apse
Of reminiscence
Sacred and august

An apse to be trudged
Only by the beholder
To perform
Not very often though
A little prayer

For this corner
Is an ether
Volatile even by a thin lustre
As it lights bright through
The shades of retina
The altar of the sacred corner
Is ablaze; all aglow

A trickle of single tear
And sanctified smile
Often unnoticed yet appear
So close just
Yet away from the world

The altar of memories
Is cherished year after year
Seldom to be mass opened
And yet for a pure prayer
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