The birth of my daughter was a time to rejoice...


Born new

She treaded
into my life
A newfound
treasure
with pink skin
unembarrassed
by her hunger
to reach for
the breast
and confused
when given
a bottle instead.

Her transluscent
feet in shoes
swayed midair
like tall grass
on the beach
with bundled anger
she squealed
delicately.

Her hair
stuck to her
scalp like straw
she was ready
To take on
the mankind
A dainty piglet
sans teeth.





Poetry by Neelima
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Written on 2011-05-18 at 19:16

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Zoya Zaidi
Babies, they are such a source of endless delight to mothers...
An experience paralleled to non!
Love,
Zoya

Language: 5
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Mood: 5
2011-05-19