Poetry

My children

Verses I write
take birth
in the womb
of my heart
these poems
I call as children
of my heart!
Lips mine nurture
them reading aloud
repeatedly
I dress them with
words various
in colours of
pain, joy and sorrows
I love my children
in all their colours!
Time flies off,
tears dry out,
in their amity!
They creep as
my smile of
insanity!!
Surround me
summoning my
attention all time!
They neither crave
nor starve for
honour!!
They neither earn
nor burn in the
course of time!
Yet invaluable is
the happiness
they confer!
They take me to
Woods distant
Temper malignant
Out of reality
Close to poverty
beauties bountiful
and to the
World fanciful!!
Immersed in their
Pleasures since
last 45 days!!
Never before
I was acquainted
to this world gleeful!!
@Rajani Potluri