CRADLE OF NATURE

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By Sabrina Munir

 

Going to the woods, running to the scenes

 My mother is nurturing the blooming buds

 

The bare feet she lays on wild thorns gait

 Scars so deep that they will not heal at ease

 

Watering the blooms as newly born babies

Pains she take to give them relief

 

Like she did for me in my babyhood,

Her bosom so warm and mellow

 

I still feel the touch of her sensitive lips

The all-time affectionate words they poured

 

Her rose-pink cheeks would lay on mine

With her soothing hands she held me tight

 

Her velvet lap lulled me tenderly like breeze of melody

Mother’s arms always swung with joy on holding me

 

Her glittering eyes thrilled out of jollity

The pretty face looked more wonderful

 

I could notice her lovely feet dancing up in air

She made me grow and taught me lessons of life

 

Helped me mature my thoughts with her wisdom

MOTHER!

 

Thou art an angel of heaven

So precious, subtle and divine thou art…

“Thou my cradle of nature”

 

 

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