Thursday, March 3, 2011

To you these verses I give my daughter

To you these verses I give my daughter

In the hope that ..

When tomorrow you shall perhaps truly live

And see me as the I that were

Your memory and it's fragrance of me

Like ancient and delicate China

Be preserved in fossils sweet

And waft into the mind a song...

Terrific and yet so deep

In thine fresco s of fragility

Of a love that's but divine

These verses of mine shall remain-

All but Yours and Mine -

And then you can mull them over

And find the ME in vain

In pages of serendipity and love

A mother never refrained

© 2011 Maitreyee Bhattacharjee Chowdhury

( Image courtesy Google)


vicious said...


Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

:) thanks so much

PsycheBubbles said...

And see me as the I that were..

Lovely! :)
Im sure she's as proud of you, as you are of her! :)

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

I hope she is...thanks for visiting :)

Pratibha The Talent said...

Loved it from bottom of my heart.Superb!

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Thanks so much Pratibha..:)

D2 said...

Beautiful incomparable poetry. But I sense some sadness in it.
Anyhow, the love between a mother and a daughter very beautifully portrayed. Loved it.

Enchanta said...

I get to hear something written by a mother for her daughter.
The vice versa does happen otherwise.

Maitreyee Bhattacharjee chowdhury said...

Yeah Enchanta..have always wanted to write something about or for my daughter..but it was too overwhelming to pen down..finally this came out..@ D2 in many ways you are very perceptive...perhaps because you are a poet yourself too