The hand that rocks the cradle
does so with a love immense
singing a lullaby to the babe
putting him to sleep sound.
The rocking gives a movement
periodical oscillation .releasing
a modulation which prompts
a sleep sound and peaceful.
The hands do this with pleasure
as the little one settles down
halting its cry and whimper
to a restful sleep in tone.
The baby grows up gradually.
hearing the mother’s song
experiencing the to and fro move
becoming a full-fledged toddler.
The toddler grows into an adult
under his mother’s watchful eyes
relating each and every turn of events
to her in a beautiful narration.
With that the mother fondles
coaxes and cajoles her son
reprimands him when times come so
to a plausible admiring young man.
The promising young man
rises up in calibre netting
a resultant triumph achieving
trophies in his endeavours.
The children get going in life
with the mother’s backing
and the hand which rocked
starts ruling the world.
Meenas Poems 