To live like a baby again...

Nature clocking on the tick of spring, 

I hear the cuckoo's sing, 

wind chimes jingling, 

birds chirping, 

and, never before, 

I yawned in reverie to the folklore..

Mama tells me, 

how I cry on her lap, 

how I feather my hands like wings, 

how I crouch my little fingers in her palms..

She taps me, burps me, 

and, I hum my own nuances of innocence. 

As I see, 

she took me to bed and brights those lamps. 

and, it rays her love like turquoise of gems. 

the shine of it gleaming in my eyes, 

blue, red and green, 

the moments turn into a picturesque..

 

As I lay, 

I childishly wink, roll over the bed, 

box punch as though I knew my skills then. 

As mama sings a lullaby, 

I murmur to those tunes, 

slowly my eyes close, calmness gripping me 

like life of boon embracing this little life. 

Those were the days, 

gone are those days, 

and, it tempts 

to live like a baby again.. 

11th Nov 2006, by Abhilash Hegde

Reviews

[Marie]

What a beautiful poem, Abhi. Lovely, warm, sweet, innocent stages within the poem. Mama takes the greatest good care of her treasured baby boy, sings to soothe him and help him sleep. We miss Mama as we grow up and the times with her, which are beautifully inked her, but life demands that we grow up and become parents ourselves to our own precious little darlings, it's the circle of life. I love this poem, Abhi and I love the soul touching imagery within the poem. It is so true that innocence in childhood is a gift and it is why it is such a dreadful thing when that innocence is taken away by adults. It is the worst crime of all because the child is forced to relive it in memory for the rest of their lives. Sorry for going off on a tangent there, please forgive me, Abhi... Your poem is truly delightful! Thank you so very much for sharing...

[A.H.]

Thank you Marie for the warm and delightful review. There's nothing like the unconditional love of a mother towards her child. It's the most purest form of love. Childhood, innocence and the adulthood, all part of our lives :) Thanks for sharing your wonderful thoughts, warm wishes, Abhi.

[Marie]

Most welcome always, Abhi. Wishing you a wonderful day and a very lovely weekend too...

[Beren]

You wrote this poem when I was a baby and I empathized with it so much. From what you said, you were a perfect baby, I'm sure I wasn't. There's such innocence in everything you said, it's so sweet.You write as if you have been a mother before! This poem made pink flowers bloom in my heart, I felt the baby's smell...

Talent himself!

[A.H.]

I know, I wrote it long long ago, way back... I just wanted to express how I felt being a baby when my mother caressed me. Mother is God, that love is unconditional and we are fortunate to experience this. Thanks so much for reading this old write and commenting on this, so glad to hear your thoughts on this poem.

[Stan Lee]

Beautiful poem Abhilash! I really enjoyed the imagery. Such sweet scenes. And the message was clear and easy to relate to. Oh to be innocent again!
Well done. :) Stay inspired!

[A.H.]

I'm so glad you could relate to it.
There's nothing like innocence and the childhood :)
Thanks so much, Andronicus.. for dropping by and sharing your thoughts!