BEAUTY

Beauty

In the cradle of my heart
I bore her
To swim across the oceans
Of no ends, with love.

When she was a baby
In the arms of her mom
I shut neighbour's eyes
Upon the iron of my soul.

When she reached ten
I rose to awaken her spirits
To free her from
Fears of devil.

As she reached teens
I thought to teach
The weapon of self
To defend her from bad.

When she was married
I cried like a beggar
Of not to leave my heart
Barren of all that I saved until then.

When I saw her little one
With reflection of my own
As love lasts forever
In all the beauty I lay...
     S ANANDHI
      17/04/20