Tinkerbell in the Fountain of Hearts….
In response to Bina’s miracle story
We often s...
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Tinkerbell in the Fountain of Hearts….
In response to Bina’s miracle story
We often stumble upon
The joys and sorrows
Which we identify
Which we live and die
Still we ponder and
Say with Wonder
Why?
Why don’t we remember
The first ray of hope
Which enlightens our heart
Why do we miss to feel
The first kiss which
Evokes the human in us
Why we forget to hear
The first words of our baby
Why we don’t feel
The miracle of
Holding our first born
Why we brush away
Wonder of a child
Growing in the womb
The feel and touch of
Women’s swollen belly
Who is about to give birth
Don’t you think is a
Pure Miracle,
A wonder, a boon
We all have our Tinkerbell
In the fountain of hearts
Who listens and fulfill
Our uncountable desires
And tender wishes
Who walks with us
When we are too tired to move
Who sings us lullaby
When we are too stressed to sleep
We have lost the power
To feel her presence
We are too involved in
Drama and pretence
We have become too logical
We seek answer to
Simple questions
We are confused in this
World of strife
We have stopped
Seeing and believing
We have closed eyes to
Simple miracles of life
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Nice one Promilla, I am sure we have not forgotten Tinkerbell or our friend upstairs for the daily miracles that have become part of life. Liked your poetry
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Hi Nidhana
Thanks dear for liking this poem.
Really we have lost the sense to feel the miracles of day to day life.
love
promilla
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Hi Nidhana
Thanks dear for liking this poem.
Really we have lost the sense to feel the miracles of day to day life.
love
promilla
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