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Sixteen Years Back.....

Sixteen  years back
It was the same auspicious time of approaching  Deepawali everyone's  favorite  festival  of lights
When one ignores all reasons to crib and fight.
Sixteen  years back
On November  eight 
To make our lives special and great
A delicate light shimmered in our home
To brighten up our lives for years to come.
A fresh flower bloomed in garden of our home
To spread the loveliest fragrance and fumes.
Sixteen years back
It was  the second time when l became mom.
A sweet little fairy ended up in my lap
Who was going to mirror my infancy, my teenage  and my younger self back.
Sixteen  years back 
I feel ashamed to  recall
How feebly l had acted !
And how to the best news of my life l had reacted !
Stung by the scorpion of unknown fear and apprehension 
Bottling up my mind with constant reports about crime against women.
How could l loose my senses and forget  that l was born a girl,
Brought up as a girl,
And was destined to end up a female,
 Though a guarded and protected one.
Why l had dreaded the thought of cradling my blessing a sweet baby  girl.
My life was for sometime as if churning in a strong whirl.
But to kill and bury my fears sweet chiding  from my mom was there,
Who in her own way endowed me with the Goddess Durga's vision.
Queen of Jhansi,
Indira Gandhi,
PT Usha or Kiran Bedi
Who are a testimony that boldly women can excel in each and every  field.
Sixteen  years back
All ears to her first cries 
Her father  was all in cheers.
He danced and with glee jumped
And l wonder would ever that merry making end as it's  going on and on since my little girl was born.
My girl, who is no less than a champ
About whom l with pride accept 
Is not a book worm and can easily each and every  skill learn.
An upcoming  chef
A swimmer and a bike rider.
Who is light on her foot
And can dance on English  numbers.
Who when holds a Mike
Can easily  steal the show.
Poetry, debate or declamation
Everything  she takes up in her own fashion. 
My cute comedian 
Sometimes  l ponder
I or you are my custodian. 
You are our smiles.
You are our sunshine.
Our backbone our pretty spine.
Even if for hours, minutes or seconds  you are away
Not even a leaf in our home can gleefully  sway.
With you around  everything  becomes  static
As Noone at your home without  you can be ecstatic....





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  1. Reena NagpalNovember 7, 2020 at 10:32 AM

    For an adorable daughter...

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  2. SuhanyNovember 7, 2020 at 10:48 AM

    Best gift ever 💖😍

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  3. Sara ThindNovember 7, 2020 at 5:21 PM

    Very beautiful poem mam

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  4. UnknownNovember 7, 2020 at 7:10 PM

    Wow mam so beautiful poem😍😍😍😍

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  5. Renu vaidNovember 7, 2020 at 9:33 PM

    Very beautiful

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  6. UnknownNovember 7, 2020 at 9:36 PM

    Very nice man 👏👏👏

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  7. Neelam SharmaNovember 7, 2020 at 9:41 PM

    Sooooo.. ... Sweeeet

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  8. Madhu SharmaNovember 7, 2020 at 10:11 PM

    🙌

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  9. AbbishekNovember 7, 2020 at 11:38 PM

    Very nice mam👏👏

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  10. Nidhi mehtaNovember 7, 2020 at 11:42 PM

    Beautifully expressed feelings of a mother....

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  11. Ritu GuptaNovember 8, 2020 at 12:22 AM

    Very touching

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  12. UnknownNovember 8, 2020 at 2:37 AM

    Beautiful poem for a beautiful daughter

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  13. UnknownNovember 8, 2020 at 2:57 AM

    👌👌

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  14. SuryanshiNovember 8, 2020 at 8:52 AM

    Superb reading flow in this master piece, not able to stop even on commas. Just want to read read and read again and again.👌👌👌👌

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  15. VasudhaNovember 8, 2020 at 3:55 PM

    Beautiful expression 😍

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  16. VasudhaNovember 8, 2020 at 3:55 PM

    Beautiful expression 😍

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  17. SavinderNovember 9, 2020 at 6:01 PM

    Beautifully expressed feelings of a mother.

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  18. UnknownDecember 23, 2020 at 6:57 AM

    Beautiful poem for a beautiful daughter

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