Prompt" Won’t you come and see" by Matsuo Basho

Wont you come see Mama
The painting I made
It supposed to be a house near the waterside
But I titled the paper a bit
Now it looks a boat in a river
And birds look like worms
swimming across towards the end

Wont you come and see Mama
How the rainbow peeps through the mulberry bush
I didnt find the orange crayon in my box
So I had to again paint it red

Wont you come and see Mama
That the water has reached inside the boat
I stopped it by wiping it with the cloth
and placing wood
But it has flooded the whole page
and reached our house-floor!

-written on the prompt”wont you come and see” by Matsuo Basho

Napowrimo 3- Serendipity

She babbled, tapped her feet
At the bird sitting on the tree
She cooed at it from far
Calling him to be friends on this eve
But he flew away from her sight
To his dwelling that barely stayed alright
Sad, she turned inside to find her folk
No one was there, she shrieked out towards the door.
A tinkling voice she heard, her Mamma sang to her a note
All forgotten about the brown chirpy devote
Her joy knew no bounds as her Mamma held her close

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NAPOWRIMO- Touch of a Mother

Under this shelter of comfort
does my true happiness reside
The words that coax me to move ahead
teaching that life isn’t always beautiful like paradise.
I may not always say a thank you
but my imperfections are perfect to her eyes
Formalities are between strangers
she is the umbilical chord of my life.
Words spoken few, yet deeper are its feelings
like the touch of my mother is an heavenly abode on earth
Joys or sorrows, she is the same more than me
Her touch in my life is beyond any worth.

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Umbilical Cord-Womb(Part 2)

Tranquility fills  my heart,
When I see my baby sleeping in the cradle.
Here’s an emotion that keeps on replaying on my mind,
Oh ….oh….oh, I am now become a Mama, a new life is waiting to start.
I gently hold him in my arms,
His soft skin tenderly resting on my palms.
He instinctively looks at me with his dark coloured eyes,
Unaware of many facts and worldly charms.
I kiss my baby and cuddle him close,
Here’s a part of my flesh I see before my eyes.
After nine months of wishes and dreams,
This is a moment I wish to capture and hope it froze.
An umbilical cord has bound our souls into one,
He can recognize his Mama’s warmth; the one like in the womb.
And peacefully clings on to me amidst his sleep,
Making me feel like a Royal Queen at once.

Sacred Womb ~ its my life

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Disclaimer:”The image is ‘A Charcoal Painting’ done by my Talented Cousin Alzin Menezes which inspired me to pen this poem down”.
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