I loved others for too long
but that was a futile exercise
Now, I love myself the most
And see, I always get the prize***
To WP:
“See, how I justified my self-love
in less than 30 words
Now tell me, dear WP
where is my prize…???”***
WP replied (of course it didn’t):
“Love is an art, of giving
without getting
Love others selflessly and justify
then you will get the prize”A.G.
© All rights reserved 2015In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “Do or Die.”
Ouster of WP – from my life
I like what I like – with full heart
I do what I do – with full heartFor that, I do not have any reasons
that can ever satisfy your weird heartI follow my gut feelings, sure I do
but I play no strange games, that you doStill, if you don’t trust my choice
Still, if I can’t convince you WPThen off you vanish without a trace
Because Oh!! I realise, I liked you too (once).In response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: ‘Do or Die’
© All rights reserved 2015
When a child is born, the mother is also re-born. It is like starting one’s life afresh with a fresh new baby. Most mothers can relate to this…
Born Again
Drowsy after a caesarean I lay
As if I forgot why I was there
The nurse woke me, handed me
A beautiful dimply babe
As if saying, take care
Here it(he) is, now all yours
As I held him, there he was
Frantically sucking his tiny fist
His nervous half-open eyes
As if scared to be in this world
Our eyes locked, well so I thought
And I was changed forever
That moment I was ‘born again’
As I had become a mother
He was my bundle of joy
My onus and my prerogative
With trembling unsure hands
I dressed him up in red
He belongs to me, I thought that day
This little soul is solely mine
But no, from that day till now
It was my life that was no more mine
My life could never be the same
As it became much better, all too fine.
My son’s first photo, on the day he was born…long ago.
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I wrote this poem in response to The Daily Post’s writing prompt: “First!.”
Later posted it for the Photo Challenge Fresh as well.
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