This Book which has 50 differently titled Poems , is actually volume 1 of the Book titled - The Womb ( 250 pages ) .
A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading woman and mother. Profoundly saluting her love, compassion and resolute grit as she evolves a diminutive infant into a powerhouse of talent, into a complete individual. The poems in the collection are humble salutations to the essence of Parenthood, to the unbelievable depths of sacrifice that a mother resorts whilst bringing up her child right since its inception in the womb. Each poem reveres the 'godly womb' as the source of all creation that has ever been. This book in itself is the most befitting tribute to the agonizing odysseys of parents as they nourish their children-and children as they grow up as the most powerful angels of God to stupefy all humanity with their inherent charm. A quintessential read for every parent or parent to be, it brings out the charm of creation since the very first breath. The verses within bountifully poeticize every unbridled mischief of a child with its beloved parents .
Excerpt
-> a Poem from the Book
GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS CREATION
I didn’t know who was his mother; the irrefutably sacrosanct womb which had evolved his impeccable contours,
I didn’t know who was his father; the revered principles of which; circulated faster than white lightening in his tender veins,
I didn’t know what was his name; the initials he incoherently embossed with his immaculately sweet little fingers,
I didn’t know what was his birthplace; the color of the cradle that must have witnessed his overwhelmingly surreal mischief,
I didn’t know what religion he belonged to; the inexplicable conglomerate of scriptures that were chanted on him; when he was just born,
I didn’t know the exact date of his cherished birth; the exact second when even the God's in the Universe must have inevitably stooped down to witness his
Omnipotent grace,
I didn’t know the words which he might have uttered just a minute ago; the rhapsodically innocent voice which must have incredulously enlightened the pallid
atmosphere,
I didn’t know what were his likes and dislikes; the games he adored the most; the delicacies he delectably nibbled with his freshly protruding jaws,
I didn’t know what was his shoe size; the fabulously spongy rubber which tickled him voraciously on his diminutive feet,
I didn’t know what were the fantasies circulating through his vulnerable mind; the dream floating ebulliently in his inconspicuously beautiful brain cells,
I didn’t know who was his sister; the tiny angel who incessantly frolicked with him in the corridors of unsuspectingly playful fantasy,
I didn’t know why was he crying indefatigably; the things that mattered the most
to his mesmerizing heart,
I didn’t know the identity of his naughty friends; the robust chinned tiny stalwarts with whom he spent countless hours every single day,
I didn’t know the marks on his flesh since he emitted out his first cry; the spots which bestowed him with astronomical good luck in every unfurling aspect of
life,
I didn’t know the school he went too; the clay which he fondled with in his magical palms; to chisel the most alluring shapes ever conceivable on this planet,
I didn’t know the hours which he went off to sleep everyday; deluging the ambience with baby snores; which were infact larger than the chapter called life,
I didn’t know the amount of milk he consumed; the fraternity of taste besieging
his daintily darling tongue,
I didn’t know what was the dwelling he inhabited; the celestial paths he transgressed; as he bounced uninhibitedly under the flaming Sun,
I didn’t know what was his destiny; the uncanny map of lines embedded on his mystically immortal palms,
And although I didn’t know anything about him; I still could sacrifice my life for him and infinite more of his kind this very instant; as he was Gods most precious creation; would always be loved for centuries unprecedented as a little child.
Questions, unquestioned discoveries, and answers in parable and rhyme…. This collection records a journey starting with a 1960s retrospective and the first man on the moon, moving to a new millennium welcomed in with a terrorist spin, family crises,
