The Feeding Ceremony of My Little Mother

200 days have passed.

Nothing but mother's milk

Couldn't quench your hunger-

I know that my little mother!

Sleeping was only the food

You were fed,

So soft your smile were-- and still

Now, like the morning rose!

If you dared to see with your

Own eyes:

How happy we all became--

Your mom, dad, grandfather, grandmother, your little uncle

And me so vastness like the sea!

Finally, the day of feeding

You first time

Has come (on 16th Oct, 2023).

Today is the jolly day that

Will keep you shining when

You look back at your little age,

You are looking like a cute fairy

With magical beauty glistening

On every immature expressions.

To each mature eyes, you

Are unavoidable.

The conch blowing and ringing

Of feeding bells make

The day a special one.

When the sun above our head--

All is feeding you one by one

The first rice and sweets

Of varied shapes & tastes.

I'm also feeding you:

And you are smiling at me,

I'm feeling myself the son

Of my little mother.

The crowd never stops

Your supreme verve & flexibility.

I'm not a writer at all, my little mother!

But I can't escape from penning:

I think this is my malady and

I hope, none is able to cure me.

The thinking of mind is endless

Like the water in the seas!

So, I pray to the Almighty

For your well destiny, good health,

Motherly conscience, right

Justice and long life.

Never be a dead tree that is

Standing straight looking at the skies:

Be the tree full of fruits bending

It's head down.

When you'll grow up, focus only

On the KARMA.

Oh, one day I'll no more, my mother!

As all is born to die.

When I'm no longer alive with you,

Just look then at your face

And I will develop a pink tinge

On your face as you smiled at me

One day.

Don't cry my little mother, when

I'll not present beside you:

Just look then at the sky in the night

And You'll see me twinkling

With your aunt