Saturday, February 28, 2009

The Stranger and the Baby

Darkness overcast
And Silent birds
A sleeping Baby
Amidst the woods

Comes a Stranger
Love and a smile
Lifting the Baby
Wrapping his arms

Smiles the baby
with silent delight
safe and huddled
with the stranger tight

Farewell world
I have seen enough
Take me stranger
Far enough

Away from all
To your land
Where I am yours
cuddled on the sand

I promise I'll be good
Everything understood
The Sun and the sea
The Stranger and the Baby

Best,
Gargi

3 comments:

graphite link said...

nestled in his arms
his inner child
his long lost answer
never was a stranger


In dire need of soulful poets
you make a good one
:)

Matter said...

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Surya said...

Baby in a safe huddle with a stranger can mean only one thing; the meaning of the entire poem is captured by that one beautiful phrase! Good, really good one.

On a curious note, just what is it that you don't do?