Ms T. Srilatha is a Lecturer in English, CSS Dept., KLCE, Vaddeswaram, Tadepalli Mandal, Guntur , A.P.
65. My Darling Babe
My darling babe lies sleeping
All time of the year
Among the Lilies and Jasmines,
Wrapped in the tender warmth.
Doves move cooing,
Sparrows dance twittering,
Time keeps constantly running.
The crowd around me is in a gait,
But I remain unblinked; not knowing whom I await!!
My darling babe lies dreaming
Finding no words to speak;
But many things he shared
In perfect silence and unknown verbiage.
On the inner abdominal walls-a tender touch,
And I understood his thoughts much;
Even though it effectuated in me a sweet anger.
He a calm mischievous dancer,
Danced around me and around him
Moved to and fro; up and down-as if in a gym.
My darling babe lies drowsing
Till the winter days are gone;
Kicking, wrestling and beating
Until I am kept from rest.
His silent verse in strange voice
Doth hush me to a nap sans any noise
But oh dear me a lovely blow;
Honey! I bear all these with an imperfect ease.
My darling babe starts yawning,
Oh the severe pain within me.
Strange shadows deeply in my, mind,
I became effete and lost my conscious vision.
I feel a heavy mass on my eyes,
As if the cloud cast it's shadow-very nice
Silence a mysterious etherized silence
Bestowed me a lovely babe sans nay license
Oh God! How much do I owe thee?
For this precious fruit of thine?
My darling babe lies in my lap
With an innocent gaze without any gap;
Drawn close to its mom,
Very dearly near.
His lovely twinkling eyes, very, very wise
His thick curly hair, very black and fair
His pretty, pretty nose a budding rose
His tender cherry lips
Are the creamy juicy tips.
My darling babe again lies sleeping
In a gently rocking cradle.
His fingers tightly gripped
And him self uncomfortably stretched
He has a charming way
Of growing sweeter day by day
He is my beloved treasure, so dear
And a very special part
Of all the loving plans and dreams every year
I cherish in my heart.
So, I pray the almighty sincerely
To bless "My darling babe" never to doom desperately.
66. Sweet Memoirs
The sweet tender plants smiling
On either side of the lovely path
Their fresh merry heads tossing
Greet me after the dewy bath
Saying, Hello! Welcome!
The pale green giant structure
A holy fane for an anxious learner
Deem it a blissful venture
To whisper in my ear that is eager,
Very gently, Dear friend!
The enchanting climate
Enriched its sacredness
With all its pretty inmates
Who singest the mothers greatness
And wishing each other, Good morning!
There I shared many views
Learnt much news
The labor is but at ease and convenience
That bestowed a great experience
With the notion, Do thy best!
The love my charming teachers imparted
Made my enlightened soul exhorted
The psychical strength I received
Landed me every where undeceived
Thanks to their policy, Be sincere!
Their devotion is my ideal
Which is as strong as an idol?
Finally all wished me lucks many
And blessed my life with bucks many
So I say, Thank you madams!
My tiny heart sweetly pained
With unknown numbness gripped
To say adieu to my friend and guide
But I their child
Left them- slowly trudging
Step by step unwillingly willing.
