On the Birth of My Daughter

When you were getting ready
for your first breath on the earth,
a radiating ray descended.
I had not seen such a smiling sun.

Eyelids paused for a moment.
My breathing stopped.
Beats halted.
I looked up at the heavens,
my eyes partially opened
and moist with gratitude.

I’m not sure how wide
that golden aura was.
I witnessed it shrinking
to be captured in my palms.
My heart voiced –
welcome, little angel.

I heard the breeze sing.
I saw the lake dance.
The glimmering sun was bidding goodbye.
I witnessed
the earth with open arms
welcoming you
and the moonlight.

Born (1952) and raised in tribal reserve of Jhabua, India, Dharm is a Toronto based Author. He writes in Hindi and has five published books- three collections of satirical essays and two collections of Poetry. He is a columnist for two prestigious journals Chankya Varta and Setu. His works have appeared in prestigious Hindi journals across the world. He can be reached at dharmtoronto@gmail.com Read other articles by Dharmpal Mahendra.