Sunday, March 11, 2007

To mom, with love

A woman smiles with pride,
Tears of utter joy run down her glowing cheeks;
She bids goodbye to her swollen tummy,
Awaiting the reason for her life.

Her insides are no longer dormant,
But errupting with love;
Oh, who can stop the volcano inside?
None. She prays day and night.

The unborn babe is safe inside;
Oh! How she wishes that, that be the abode.
Where none can harm, none can rebuke
Where none can mislead a beautiful mind.

Despite her fears, for they are many;
She wants her baby to be strong.
To take that first breath and live,
In this world of good vs evil.

She feels her heart has left her;
If you really love someone,you'd let go.
She did.
She understood a different kind of love.

She saw the most beautiful girl.
She heard her cry with the most beautiful voice.
She kissed her and knew,
She felt like a woman.

7 comments:

Ryan said...

u know what ....this poem is better left without any comments....sometiems beauty can only be seen..cannot be put into words....

gravity said...

:)

Dinesh Krishnaswamy said...

great poem...

like when you feel most like a guy...when you knock someone down.just joking...felt like saying something:)

gravity said...

Thanks!
The X factor,yes. I can't belive you related life to knocking someone down! Quite intriguing though :P

Nithya said...

" Her insides are no longer dormant,
But errupting with love;
Oh, who can stop the volcano inside?"

"She feels her heart has left her;
If you really love someone,you'd let go.
She did.
She understood a different kind of love."

Amazing...Beautiful :)..Can't think of ne other adjective to describe this endeavour..Belated "Women's Day wishes" :)

gravity said...

Thanks once again!
A very happy women's day to all the women in the world!

Dinesh Krishnaswamy said...

sorry..forgot. happy women's day all.