A natural path
Where one can begin?
In place that has no rest for poetic words.
A subtraction of poetic dreams, you find me in hollow
Lost in words but I survive the obscurities
The world that I cannot comprehend
A waiting child existing within me
A survival dependency
Yet I’m in line between childhood and motherhood
A path that keeps me in anticipation
Love that is not flamed on lust
A natural path like a seed bearing roots
I keep breathing the change
I admit I’m fearful of what would take place
So I put on my radiant smile
To carry me towards my next path
I’m all expecting
Copyright 2009 Nasra Al Adawi (July 11, 2009)
Labels: motherhood, Omani poetess
posted by iamnasra at 12:57 PM
6 Comments:
this is a nice piece Nasra .. depicting the many shades that an expecting mother go thru
Alok
Your beautiful spirit shines on your beautiful baby, Nasra!
My best wishes to you!
Take care!
Hugsss
future is always bright!
The spins, curls and twists of your expressive words trap me in happiness.
It will be alright.
(I still say that it is a girl!)
Very nice Nasra....
Hey Nasra,
Great to visit your blog!
Very touchy creation...
Amazingly beautiful :)
Regards,
Dimple
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