Rhythm of a heart that beats,
tunes this world’s cosmic dance.
Its bliss even when a sparrow ,
hops to match her steps to mine.
As she preens and croons,
the music buried deep in the,
Breezy shades of majestic trees,
I dropped in love’s sweet slumber.
Far across the bathing ponds,
babbles a precious childhood.
In those tranquil times suspends,
All the graceful joys of soul intact.
Irate on the turning spokes of time,
I bemoan why it turned the pages,
So fast? If the beginnings were so,
Poised, why the climax such a lose?
To loose the nascent innocence,
To grow as insufferable vacuums.
Once again I desire a mother’s lap,
Once again soothed in her lullaby,
To sleep with the rhythm of her bangles,
Stroking softly my forehead and back,
Rhythm of a mother’s palm that blesses,
Oh! how I desire that sweet soft rhythm.
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