The annals of life

Unto the western skies

She is making her morning flight.

Unto the waters of life

She is opening out her wings.

 

Thro’ the thickness of the morning mist,

It is all a lonesome flight.

Upon her wings and throbbing chest

She carries the call of her chicks.

 

Till the eve, in ardent thoughts,

They gaze unto the western skies.

And at the sight of their mother

They are drawn to a celestial happiness.

 

There- after a day’s weariness

She is back into her chestnut tree.

From a distant stream and windy fields,

She hath brought the grains of life.

 

And she shares it with her chicks,

Nurses them unto the silent night and waking dreams.

And, feeling for the distant meads,

She closes her eyes for yet another morning flight.

 


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Synopsis
The poem describes the depth of motherhood. Once I was going to Kozhikode by the morning train and I saw a lonesome bird flying across the fields towards the West. That sight served the seed for this poem.
A Word from the Writer
Out of the poems I have composed so far, I have a special feeling for the poem. Motherhood- what can replace this feeling?
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