The vibrant and squalling sound
Brought our child to life,
Stained with my blood
Her tender body emitted a supreme
And divine spectrum of traits,
As if all the colours of the light
Were the jewels bestowed upon her
By the grace of the omnipotent;
With each colour narrating a tale
About her glistening fate.
The violet radiated her strengths
Knitting it on her palm’s lines,
Bordering it by a faint shade of indigo
That symbolised her weaknesses;
The blue colour shone like her
Indomitable courage to fight back,
When suppressed by the society’s hand.
Her eyes were emitting a green blaze
Beholding the whole nature in its depths,
And her face was shimmering like
Netted yellow beams of sun
Leaking through the cracks of hope.
Her smile was a magical concoction
Of saffron and cherry potion,
That promised me to stay cheerful
Even in moments which would be painful.
Those spectrum of traits were what
I saw when I peeped at my child,
Lying at one end of my bed side.
-RINKU MANI DEVI
Born on 26th of November, 1997 in an Assamese family residing in Guwahati, Rinku Mani Devi grew to be the eldest daughter of the family. An MBA graduate, she started writing poems from class 6 and continued polishing her skills with time. Being an amateur poet, she has co-authored almost 10 anthologies and co-compiled 2 anthologies. Her greatest dream is to be a recognised poet and bring out her own poetry book someday.
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