Dreams.
Week 32 :
They say the baby can dream now. He has been listening to sounds for a while. I wonder what he dreams of? Does he dream of familiar sounds? I wonder at the awe he will feel when he feels the sun upon his face and the wind in his hair for the first time. I wonder what will cross his mind when he sees the ocean for the first time or when he puts out his little hand and feels a drop of rain from the sky.
Baby's World
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never
could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with
trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms
of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth
sets Fact free from its fetters.
-Rabindranath Tagore
They say the baby can dream now. He has been listening to sounds for a while. I wonder what he dreams of? Does he dream of familiar sounds? I wonder at the awe he will feel when he feels the sun upon his face and the wind in his hair for the first time. I wonder what will cross his mind when he sees the ocean for the first time or when he puts out his little hand and feels a drop of rain from the sky.
Baby's World
I wish I could take a quiet corner in the heart of my baby's very own world.
I know it has stars that talk to him, and a sky that stoops
down to his face to amuse him with its silly clouds and rainbows.
Those who make believe to be dumb, and look as if they never
could move, come creeping to his window with their stories and with
trays crowded with bright toys.
I wish I could travel by the road that crosses baby's mind,
and out beyond all bounds;
Where messengers run errands for no cause between the kingdoms
of kings of no history;
Where Reason makes kites of her laws and flies them, the Truth
sets Fact free from its fetters.
-Rabindranath Tagore
posted by RagzZmatazZ at
10:58 AM
5 Comments:
lovely poem:):)
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Tequila, at 2:48 AM
Wonderful days are ahead of you... literally. There will be so many more things to wonder about. Ever since my now 13 month old was born, I must have said atleast a thousand times - I will give anything to know what he is thinking, to feel and see the world like he feels or sees it.
By
Pooja Aggarwal, at 1:29 PM
lovely poem...where did you find this treasure?
By
Divya, at 10:30 AM
This is such a lovely post, Ragini.. yea I wonder too.. what babies think..I wish and pray that you have an amazing experience with Mowgli's birth. Wishing you all the luck!
By
Arc, at 1:25 PM
Hope you and Mowgli are doing well.. am eagerly waiting to hear the good news of the happy healthy baby..take good care!
-Arc
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