Immaculate Ineffability

                                                                                          (On 16^th 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.