BOOK DESCRIPTION

A flurry of poetic concoctions dedicated to the ever-pervading

woman and mother. Profoundly saluting her love, compassion
and resolute grit as she evolves a diminutive infant into a
powerhouse of talent, into a complete individual. The poems in
the collection are humble salutations to the essence of
Parenthood, to the unbelievable depths of sacrifice that a mother
resorts whilst bringing up her child right since its inception in
the womb. Each poem reveres the godly womb as the source of
all creation that has ever been. This book in itself is the most
befitting tribute to the agonizing odysseys of parents as they
nourish their children-and children as they grow up as the most
powerful angels of GOD to stupefy all humanity with their
inherent charm. A quintessential read for every parent or parent
to be, it brings out the charm of creation since the very first
breath. The verses within bountifully poeticize every unbridled
mischief of a child with its beloved parents.
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The Womb - Poems on Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood volume 1 ( 154 pages )
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The Womb - Poems on Mother , Father , Children , Parenthood volume 2 ( 185 pages )
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-> A Poem From the Book
GOD'S MOST PRECIOUS CREATION
I didnt know who was his mother; the irrefutably sacrosanct
womb which had evolved his impeccable contours,
I didnt know who was his father; the revered principles of
which; circulated faster than white lightening in his tender
veins,
I didnt know what was his name; the initials he incoherently
embossed with his immaculately sweet little fingers,

I didnt know what was his birthplace; the color of the cradle
that must have witnessed his overwhelmingly surreal mischief,
I didnt know what religion he belonged to; the inexplicable
conglomerate of scriptures that were chanted on him; when he
was just born,
I didnt know the exact date of his cherished birth; the exact
second when even the God's in the Universe must have
inevitably stooped down to witness his
Omnipotent grace,
I didnt know the words which he might have uttered just a
minute ago; the rhapsodically innocent voice which must have
incredulously enlightened the pallid
atmosphere,
I didnt know what were his likes and dislikes; the games he
adored the most; the delicacies he delectably nibbled with his
freshly protruding jaws,
I didnt know what was his shoe size; the fabulously spongy
rubber which tickled him voraciously on his diminutive feet,
I didnt know what were the fantasies circulating through his
vulnerable mind; the dream floating ebulliently in his
inconspicuously beautiful brain cells,
I didnt know who was his sister; the tiny angel who incessantly
frolicked with him in the corridors of unsuspectingly playful
fantasy,
I didnt know why was he crying indefatigably; the things that
mattered the most
to his mesmerizing heart,
I didnt know the identity of his naughty friends; the robust
chinned tiny stalwarts with whom he spent countless hours
every single day,
I didnt know the marks on his flesh since he emitted out his first

cry; the spots which bestowed him with astronomical good luck
in every unfurling aspect of
life,
I didnt know the school he went too; the clay which he fondled
with in his magical palms; to chisel the most alluring shapes
ever conceivable on this planet,
I didnt know the hours which he went off to sleep everyday;
deluging the ambience with baby snores; which were infact
larger than the chapter called life,
I didnt know the amount of milk he consumed; the fraternity of
taste besieging
his daintily darling tongue,
I didnt know what was the dwelling he inhabited; the celestial
paths he transgressed; as he bounced uninhibitedly under the
flaming Sun,
I didnt know what was his destiny; the uncanny map of lines
embedded on his mystically immortal palms,
And although I didnt know anything about him; I still could
sacrifice my life for him and infinite more of his kind this very
instant; as he was Gods most precious creation; would always be
loved for centuries unprecedented as a little child.