by Varsha Sreenivasan
[box]A mother talks about those priceless moments she shares with her innocent, pure and selfless little one. Varsha Sreenivsan pens a poem.[/box]Child..my child
gurgling
with mirth
in my arms
for no reason;
i..her mother,
her world,
her reason.
She babbles,
she crawls,
eager
with excitement
at every new
step
she takes
away
from
her mother’s arms.
My little finger,
her hand
of God
she hangs
on
for dear life;
she grips
hard,
she learns
to walk.
Ma, ma
slowly
she calls
her God
her world;
ma becomes
her very
first word.
i cherish
this time
when this
little one
i call
my child,
cherishes
too;
this time
when this
angel
she calls
ma
live in love
together
for
no reason.
Soon..
there will be
reasons
there will be
questions.
Ma what is this?
Ma what
is that?
Ma why?
How?
Where?
When?
Why not?
When
conversations begin,
when
questions
begin,
and
answers
have to be
given;
i wonder
what if?
What if
boundless love
cannot come up
with
answers?
Will she
turn away
every time
i cannot answer?
Will she seek
her answers
elsewhere
where
ma’s silence
cannot reach?
Will our time
together
be all about
questions
and answers?
About interrogations
and
interruptions?
About reasons..
to be
together?
Oh..my child
laughing
in my arms..
i shall treasure
the
timeless moment
when i held you
first;
when you looked
into my eyes
and
we stared
at each other
for no reason;
the timeless
moment
when
you came
to me
and
your ma
was born.
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