Immaculate Ineffability
(On 16th August, to my first
born little daughter)
The
call descended from the second floor
The
device of conveying good news shrieked back to life again.
A
divine seed flourished in the heaven.
In
her the heaven I saw.
Ineffability
worn I escalated up.
And
there she was –
The
most immaculate thing I ever saw.
A
tiny bundle of ecstasy,
A
brave newborn in a crude old earth,
Beholding
the hostilities that
The
world has yet to offer her.
This
fluctuating world
Had
bereaved me in grief
Rejuvenated
me in joy.
Confounded
had I been,
Amazed,
irked and embarrassed,
Angry
and anguished, wretched
And
guilty and remorseful.
Repentance
sauntered sometimes too.
But
what name shall give
To
the feeling you installed in me?
All
the Olympian athletes, accomplished and acclaimed
Cannot
surpass my pride.
Living
was I as if wallowing in midstream.
I
have seen the lighthouse now.
