Saturday, August 11, 2018

My Little Angel...My Little Sister!!! / Tapashya Das

So long so long so long, 
I waited so long, 
To behold the mellows of those little palms, 
To behold the tender of those little fingers, 
To behold the mellifluous melody 
Of a new born singer, 
I waited so long… 
Yore, once; 
I begged, I cried; 
“Oh! Thou, the Almighty Big Master, 
I beg Thee a little sister”. 
Forever perennial, 
The Great Heavenly Father, 
I am blessed with a Golden Corn, 
One morrow she born… 
I swayed my fingers 
O’er velvet head, 
Twinkling eyes shining fair, 
I breathe sweet blossom relaxing under mother’s shade 
In couch of lap 
A purple rose smiling on cradle’s bed… 

In radiance of her 
I am trapped 
Into her innocence, 
I am grabbed; 
Her elegance of movement 
Beauty incarnate 
Inflating my soul with inestimable glory of enchantment… 

An angel of Empyrean, 
Crawling genteelly on floor, 
Tiny lips dancing on 
Unknown encomium… 
I filled my arms with her bounty 
I felt the warmth of utmost responsibility 
She is too young to calculate 
My love to her is too elevated 
Hard to evaluate… 

She stood on my feet, 
Holding my fingers as calm as flute, 
We stepped ahead 
Finally we fell on bed 
So high so high 
We burst into mirth, 
With joy I’m wrapped 
Beholding my sister on the earth… 

Her lips chant 
Halting and stammering chirping song… 
Delighted my birth 
Eager to conceive for a word 
So long so long so long 
A day 
A memorable page of my life 
Her tiny lips called me up…”Didi” 
For which I waited since 
So long so long so long… 
My companion my friend, 
She the only choral my life gained; 
So lucent her smile, 
My vex melts far in a while… 

She the doll of my lap, 
She plays; I clap! 
My source of fun, 
She chases; I run… 
So long so long so long 
My life had been lone 
Since so long… 
She the only gifted oxygen of my life 
In her bounty, 
I grew, I revived, 
Alike after decades, 
After so long, so long, so long!!!

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