"Your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing.
I want to fill it with color and ducks,
The zoo of the new".
Child- Sylvia Plath
Daughter...
Like daffodils, may your face
shine with all kinds of golden- yellow flares -
rims of a conquering sun.
May your hand, be an evergreen vine
make your roots , the world ,
and the world your fruit basket
apples blessed with enchantment from your touch.
You are, will be the woodlands fairy, you will be
the fantasy tale..and through long life ,
you will indeed live to speak of both.
I promise, no lacklustre for you
Your fate is joy, so visceral it clears the sky
to write your name with the pearly gates of heaven.
©mahata
M