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200 days have passed.
Nothing but mother's milk
Could quench your hunger-
I know that my little mother!
Sleeping was the only food
You were fed,
So soft your smile was -- and still
Now, like the morning rose!
If you dared to see with your
Own eyes:
How happy we all became--
Your mom, dad, grandfather, grandmother, your little uncle
And me, so much vastness like the sea!
Finally, the day of feeding
You first time
Has come on 16th Oct, 2023.
Today is the jolly day that
Will keep you shining when
You look back at your little age.
You are looking like a cute fairy
With magical beauty glistening
On every immature expression.
To each mature eye, you
Are unavoidable.
The conch blowing and ringing
Of feeding bells make
The day a special one.
With the sun above our head--
All are feeding you one by one
The first rice and sweets
Of varied shapes & tastes.
I'm also feeding you:
And you are smiling at me.
I'm seeing myself as the son
Of my little mother.
The crowd never stops
Your supreme verve & flexibility.
I'm not a writer at all, my little mother!
But I can't escape from penning:
I think this is my malady and
Nobody is able to cure me.
The thinking of mind is endless
Like the water in the seas!
So, I pray to the Almighty
For your good luck, good health,
Motherly conscience, right
Justice and long life.
Never be a dead tree that is
Standing straight looking at the skies:
Be the tree full of fruits bending
Its head down.
When you'll grow up, focus only
On the KARMA.
Oh, one day I'll be no more, my mother!
As all are born to die.
When I'll no longer be alive with you,
Just look then at your face
And I will be the pink tinge
On your face as you smiled at me
One day.
Don't cry my little mother, when
I'll not be present beside you:
Just look then at the sky in the night
And you'll see me twinkling
With your aunt.
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