GONDI

# Day 23 #ArtoonsinnPoetryParlour #NaPoWriMo

#Write a poem with a favourite word in your native language.

GONDI

Through star-studded swirling galaxies and constellations celestine,

You chose me dearest GONDI when you floated down merrily on gossamer wings and a bejeweled chariot of gold pristine!

The stars sparkled a notch brighter, the moon shone like the empress of pearls argentine!

In a firework of meteor showers and starbursts, the heavens celebrated your arrival

The violet empyrean looked like a divine carnival!

Wistfully waiting to see your bonny face

Futures foretold us that you would bring in a majestic phase

One gaze into your honey brown eyes

And I could drown in pools of caramel skies!

Your smiles and laughter are a birdsong chorus,

The gurgling and coos whipping up rainbows miraculous

A name I call you my fairy, my angel

You're my dazzling light, my twinkling star-spangle!

You bring mirth and gaeity even before the dawn breaks over dales and dappled bays

You're my sun, my sunshine and all it's radiant rays!

Spurts of your joy are my shimmer and shine

My heart splinters into a million shards when you cry and whine…

How I await that joyous day when you call me mother

My fortunes were amassed like none other

Blessings from above were heaped untold

The riches bestowed upon you were multifold!

A gem in our eyes, a jewel in our crown; we need nothing more, no other accessories to adorn!

That was one timeless moment of enthralling beatitude

When we danced with our tiny bundle of joy in our arms chanting heaven's gratitude

I want to capture every moment to eternity

My baby, you're mine forever, my joy and felicity!

You're my only treasure, my gem, my GONDI, my jewellery

In you I will find my ultimate revelry!

Pic Courtesy: Pixabay

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