Tag: Literature

Celebrating Mother’s Day – Footprints -A Poem by Anita Bacha

Happy Mother’s Day!
Sharing a poem dedicated to my mother who passed at the age of 42 after a long illness of innumerable years.


FOOTPRINTS

She was walking on the beach
A long skirt hiding her knees
Dotted with tiny blue florets
A white linen blouse flattened her bosom
Prude,
She never wore a bathing suit

Immaculate as the sunset
Pretty as a picture
Mysterious as the sea
Smiling to herself
Poetic, in love, sweet,
A dreamer
She fell in love only once
People said
The blessed day was her wedding day

A long trail of foot steps
She left
Printed in the moist sand
In joyous innocence
Behind her I walked
Placing my steps
One by one in her wake
She was the apple of my eye!
She was my mother! She is my inspiration!

Anita Bacha

Published in my book SOUL POETRY (2015) under the title ‘The Apple of My Eye’.

https://www.amazon.co.uk/Soul-Poetry-Inspirational-Verses-Quotes-ebook/dp/B0794SD2BH/ref=mp_s_a_1_1?keywords=soul+anita+bacha&qid=1653829246&sr=8-1

Thank you for reading

Anita Bacha

Onset of Spring

Sunday lunch in a friendly bistro,
On the outskirts of Brussels;
A hanging smell of blubber,
Roast, mash and stew,
A man in an old over-coat,
Others in woollies and stoles,
Silently bent on their plates,
In their eyes, hope twinkles and smiles,
Shafts of sunlight
Break through closed windows,
Heralds the onset of spring;
Like man,
Nature too is keen on change.
A new coat, cheerful and light,
A scarf painted with colors, beautiful and bright.

Anita Bacha

Photo Credit: Anita Bacha.

I lived in Belgium for some time, more particularly,in Brussels for work and in Linkebeek with family and friends. I love the Belgian people both the French and the Flemish. I adore the food. I have left a piece of my heart in Belgium and I entertain the sincere wish of going back one day when the Spring breaks through.

Image of Snowing in Belgium cc. Anita Bacha.

BLUE GRASS – A Poem by Anita Bacha

A well kept secret is this flower
That did not bloom in the blue grass

Today the sky is deep green,
The grass is sapphire blue,
I walk up the heath,
To say a last farewell to you,
A well kept secret is this flower,
That didn’t bloom in the blue grass,
Yet its sweet fragrance will linger,
As far as memories will last.

Education

Education begins at home.

I was happy to learn that I sold the first copy of my children’s book,The Princess and the Crow,within few days it was put for sale on the online store Amazon.

The customer lives in Parlika, a village in Rajasthan, known as the birth place of Hindi poetry writers and shayari composers .

In the picture below, children are reading at home. Home is where education begins. When we teach our children to read and write, we open their eyes to the beautiful people and things in the whole world around them.

The second picture is that of the Noble Prize Winner of Literature in 1913, Rabindranath Tagore.

‘The highest education is that which does not merely give us information but makes our life in harmony with all existence.’ Rabindranath Tagore

Anita Bacha