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 seven published books- five collections of satirical essays and two collections of Poetry. He is a columnist for four prestigious journals Chankya Varta, Vishwa gatha, Setu & VishwAa. His works have appeared in prestigious Hindi journals across the world. His poetry in English has been previously published in Poetry Pause, Fresh Voices, Harbinger Asylum, Akshara, Impspired, Piker Press, Scarlet Leaf Review, Dissident Voice, and Setu. He can be reached at dharmtoronto@gmail.com and on Facebook: http://www.facebook.com/dharmpalmahendra/ Read other articles by Dharmpal Mahendra, or visit Dharmpal Mahendra's website.