In her tears I see the joy
that surrounds the birth of a child.
In her confusion I realize the slow hesitant
awakening of the morning glory.
In the pain of her reluctant steps forward
I feel her nostalgia for the path
that lies behind her.
In the pristine impatience of her steps forward
I see the glory that lies ahead.
The journey is meant for her
and for her alone.
She who walks so gracefully on that path.
What am I doing here,
standing on her crossroads?
© 2007 Ritwik Banerjee
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