On your birthday...

When the falling sun

Spreads its aura 

The woods blushes

The floating mist adds the trinkets,

No rain-clouds around…

Still these eyes are drenched...

Behind,

Yon side of the bush 

I hear that clunk!

Four tiny legs and the trunk…

Smells this stranger

And hides beneath her mom...

Should I say?

I miss you too…

On your birthday… 

Author's Note

To my mom...
Who is there amidst the stars...

[Wrote this, when saw a little calf and her mom in the jungle of India]

Reviews

[Zackery Alan Daley]

Emotion runs far deeper than the vernacular. Enjoyable.

[Dayran]

A tribute to mom from the aura of the child. Nicely done.

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

:) Thank you

[Leslie Philibert]

Like this, even if it is a bit obscure in the second verse..

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Sorry for disappointing.

[Kanchan Ojha "Eureka"]

Sanjeeta............. Stay good dear !

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T..]

Well, yes, happy birthday mom. For sure. But what's this bit about "the trunk?" I thought it was an elephant giving birth or something like that? Did I take it too literally? Sorry. :)

[Sanjeeta Sharma Pokharel "Hridayaninadini"]

Hope, now, the points got cleared :)

[Ufi Auttorri ~ Amy C. T. Serrat]

That cleared. Thanks! :)

[jacob erin-cilberto]

beautiful tribute poem to your mom...


jacob