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the rain and my new born baby daughter
The rain was uninhibitedly untamed; and so was my new born baby
kicking left; right and center; in her diminutively blessed cradle,
The rain was Omnipotently pristine; and so was my new born baby
mischievously tossing in unadulterated joy on the tufts of majestic
The rain was magically mitigating; and so was my new born baby
miraculously ameliorating me of my most horrific despair; with her
innocuously fluttering eyelashes,
The rain was eternally liberating; and so was my new born baby
naughtily smiling amidst her spectrum of teddy bears; as if there was
even the most infinitesimal trace of tension on this fathomless
The rain was perennially fructifying; and so was my new born baby
perpetually proliferating into unparalleled festoons of happiness;
unfurling minute of inscrutable existence,
The rain was unbelievably colorful; and so was my new born baby
unfurling into the infinite shades of mystically emollient life; every
she alighted her pristinely nimble foot,
The rain was timelessly life-yielding; and so was my new born baby
perpetuating a paradise of unsurpassably undefeated newness; in every
direction that she cast her immaculately dancing sight,
The rain was pricelessly inimitable; and so was my new born baby
unconquerably enamoring even the most farthest quarter of heaven; with
twinkle in her rhapsodically infallible eyes,
The rain was the ultimate gift of the heavens; and so was my new born
daughter; whose cries of stupendously charismatic freshness; spawned a
civilization of boundless beauty; till times beyond infinite infinity,
The rain was the most virile cistern of optimism; and so was my new
baby daughter; unprecedentedly subliming even the most cadaverously
corpses; with her unflinchingly raw energy to exist,
The rain was brilliantly unfettered; and so was my new born baby
expressing the innermost feeling of her heart till the ultimate
the sky; whilst the salaciously manipulative planet moaned and
The rain was Omnisciently blessing; and so was my new born baby
altruistically wishing the greatest of success even for the most
treacherously ribald of her foes; wholesomely oblivious to the
varsities of this corrupted planet,
The rain was unassailably fragrant; and so was my new born baby
metamorphosing even the most capricious iota of evil into a sky of
unshakably peerless truth; with the divine righteousness in her tiny
The rain was eclectically artistic; and so was my new born baby
weaving a cosmos of unparalleled beauty; with the egalitarian
her eyes for every caste; creed; race; color and tribe,
The rain was timelessly victorious; and so was my new born baby
forever winning the hearts of every conceivable entity on this
planet; with her impregnably selfless love for all living kind,
The rain was ubiquitously a superstar; and so was my new born baby
transcending every boundary of worthless discrimination; to tirelessly
in the profoundly unstoppable glory of panoramic creation,
The rain was fearlessly intrepid; and so was my new born baby daughter;
poignantly exploring every exhilarating path of life; interminably
nothing else but the inner most voices of her benign heart,
The rain was universally amiable; and so was my new born baby daughter;
compassionately coalescing with any entity around her venerated visage;
gave her a gregarious smile,
And the rain was insuperably Immortal; and so was my new born baby
disseminating only the beats of love; love and Immortally princely
every time her godly heart throbbed in her tiny chest.
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For a Daughter Who Leaves
A woman weaves
her daughter's wedding
slippers that will carry
her steps into a new life.
The mother weeps alone
into her jeweled sewing box
slips red thread
around its spool,
the same she used to stitch
her daughter's first silk jacket
embroidered with turtles
that would bring luck, long life.
She remembers all the steps
taken by her daughter's
unbound quick feet:
dancing on the stones
of the yard among yellow
butterflies and white breasted sparrows.
And she grew, legs strong
body long, mind
Now she captures all eyes
with her hair combed smooth
and her hips gently
swaying like bamboo.
spins her thread
from the spool of her heart,
knotted to her daughter's
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In the town where I was born lived a woman and her daughter, who
walked in their sleep.
One night, while silence enfolded the world, the woman and her
daughter, walking, yet asleep, met in their mist-veiled garden.
And the mother spoke, and she said: 'At last, at last, my enemy!
You by whom my youth was destroyed--who have built up your life
upon the ruins of mine! Would I could kill you!'
And the daughter spoke, and she said: 'O hateful woman, selfish
and old! Who stand between my freer self and me! Who would have
my life an echo of your own faded life! Would you were dead!'
At that moment a cock crew, and both women awoke. The mother said
gently, 'Is that you, darling?' And the daughter answered gently,
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DAUGHTER'S GONE, DAUGHTER'S GONE
Daughter's gone, daughter's gone,
Still my memories linger on;
All those moments through the years
Fraught with anguish, doubts and fears.
Yes, she left before her time,
Changing patterns with life's rhyme;
Left our nest, in love, unschooled
And I judged her sadly fooled.
Seventeen's a fright-filled age,
With emotions on rampage;
There she left, forevermore,
Left the welcome of our door.
Now, she's gone and wedded, schooled,
Leaving me completely fooled.
Though she left before her time,
She's in cadence with life's rhyme.
Now, there's glitter in my tears
And I laugh right through my fears;
Still my memories linger on-
Daughter's gone-Daughter's gone.
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