COUNTRY : India
LET ME HUG YOU MY PRECOCIOUS WHELP
Singing cantabile like an obsessed mother ,
Cradling you over and over again and cosseted.
As a baby you enjoyed those mollycoddles wearing a bonnet,
How stupefying those moments of joy which you gifted me !
As a mother your divine squeaks ,
enhanced my spirits in a glee.
As you grew up to be a teenager in recent years ,
A mother’s heart always longed for those coddles in a cheers.
An insistence on gifting me a wonderful hug,
with your sincere warmth.
On mother’s day you deliberately consummate a sensational interview of mine,
That I still reminiscence and admire.
Over our rooftop it was accomplished with meticulous perspective,
Where I confronted you as a guest of ” COFFEE WITH SRINJOY ” in a magnificent cameraderie.
Hugging a coffee mug for some appealing pictures ,
Your astute presentation of the chat show flabberghasted my conscience.
Like a debonair your constant queries ,
Established a situation of real thrill like a television show in a reality.
I was in the seventh heaven to perceive ,
That I was an important personality to a repertoire.
With a warm embrace you welcomed me ,
And lifted up to adorn with a mother’s day crown .
As a handcrafted carer you embellished it,
to a blissful endowment.
Reminiscences of those glorious moments here I cherish,
On HUGS DAY the resonances of your kveth.
As a baby triggers my sensations,
You always cheer me with your divine spirits.
Let me hug you my precocious whelp,
With innumerable aspirations may you succeed in life as I bless.
©®Somdatta Mitra
