MY KRISHNA, MY SON !

This is my first poem and so it is very special for me

 

My Little Krishna:

He is the star of my eyes,

Always twinkling inside my soul,

Fragrance of my life

Spreading a breeze of positive energy wherever he goes,

My little son, my tiny angel, kriish

Thinks mama and papa can buy the world for him

Where has my simplicity gone?

Thinks life is easy,

What am I going to achieve by making life complicated?

Thinks life is a big playground and all problems are foot ball

Did I honestly try to kick them away?

Thinks GOD is someone who is his friend

Where has my faith vanished?

Knows that sun brings happiness and clouds are gloomy, but they will go away soon

Why am I so impatient?

Thinks that today is important, there is no tomorrow and there was no past.

Why am I clutching onto the terrible moments of past?

Forgets his problems soon and remembers which toy he wanted to buy

Where has my FOCUS disappeared?

Believes that Mama are Papa are in love and there should never be any disagreement between them

Why am I trying to prove him wrong?

Gets scared to see anger in my eyes

Why am I getting angry and scarring his innocent soul?

Smiles like an angel when happy

What happened to mine?

Teaches me to take tiny steps like him at a time

Why am I running after mirage?

When he laughs, I can see the world in his eyes

Why can't I try to laugh without waiting for a reason and a season?

Runs towards me with open arms and hugs me tight when he is happy

Why do I disbelieve that 'hugs' do set things right and never tried to embrace life with open arms?

YES,

I need your hugs,

Your smile,

Your tiny hands in mine,

Your foot steps in front of mine

Your confidence

Your Innocence

Your simplicity

Your belief in love

Your forgetfulness

Your faith

YOU and only YOU

Before you leave our lovely nest and fly away like an eagle to carve your own niche,

Teach me to be human again........

Teach me to live, my son........

Teach me to breathe in fresh air........

Detoxify my polluted mind and soul with your non-stop chatter............

Teach me everything you do so effortlessly...............

I am waiting with open arms for your magical hug and the warmth of your presence around me, sweetheart

Come honey, come to mama and release herfrom these vices and give her your magical hug with your tiny, warm arms.

Mama and Papa promise you that they will create a world of love around you.

LOVE ALWAYS WINS. REST ALL IS SO FAKE, COLOURLESS,MEANINGLESS...........

Come honey, let's play..............................

Author's Note

:)). Kriish is my 5 year old son and he is very active and extremely talkative. But he is the apple of my eyes and a balm to my aching soul when i am depressed. His name is SREYANSH. We address him as krishna ( kriish) at home.

Reviews

[Michael X]

incrediblely written with sentimental endearment that speaks the truest love, unconditional and
your son sounds like he's blessed as I'm sure he is,the design you've given this brilliant work of heart is
beautifully alive and to have a parent so rich in spirit is a childs greatest gift, you did a marvelous job
reading the meaning and pattern leaves the heart feeling embraced, your gift flows deep,
I loved this, its nurturing, caring, compassionate, enlightened, a wonderful ode to love

[Amber "Victoriomantic" ..]

What a wonderful, beautiful and breathtaking poem.
I am not a mother (yet!) but am a very maternal teenager, with three nieces and a nephew. Therefore, although I do not have my own children, I can still see and feel all the joy they bring to their troubled elders.

The symbolism of the blue/red text is very clear, simple yet completely effective. The thought that springs to mind as you watch your son, and the underlying thought beneath it. Children, in all their innocence, expose and heal all of the troubles and mini plagues that can affect the soul of the older and more experienced. Children truly are blessings, and wonderful beings, and I am glad that you have your son to remind you of all that is good in the world. I hope that when he is older, you will show him this poem so he can see how much of a blessing he truly is to you.

[Ellen Hammond]

This is a profound, soul-searching write. I really like the format...the way you listed something you see in Kriish and then follow it with a question....then the following list of short lines like,
"Your confidence
Your Innocence
Your simplicity
Your belief in love
Your forgetfulness
Your faith".

Children teach us a lot....sometimes I think I learned a lot more through them than they learned from me. Very nicely done.

[ajasminewallflower]

These are the thoughts and memoirs of a loving mother.Kriish seems like he has the world in his palms.It shows so much that you care about him more than anything in the entire world. What I love about children is that everthing so simplistic and they seem to know everything but not even know it (What a horrible oxymoron, right?).Fantastic write.

[J. Alexis Balaguer]

Pratibha,
Your heart is of the purest gold. Krish is blessed.

Before you leave our lovely nest and fly away like an eagle to carve your own niche,
Teach me to be human again
Teach me to live, my son

I am touched and with your words, I remembered my Mama.
Thank you for the sweet nostalgia Mom Pratibha! God bless you!

Punishment

[Honeypot]

He's very luck to have you as his mother. I know the sun rises and sets with him. This is one of your best poems. Its so heartfelt and full of emotion that the reader can feel exactly what you were feeling as you wrote it. Plus, Kriish is just adorable! I know you are very proud of him. Great poem Prati!

[~Poetik Bliss~]

omg I Love this poem, its absolutely great, and i must say he's lucky to have a mom like you who admires him so, continue with the great writings my dear.....God Bless you and yours

[Katherine Wyatt]

How beautiful,,they truly are our teachers....Loved your form, a wonderful piece...