The bloom. <br /> <br />A bud in fast sleep, <br />Like a infant, <br />On her mothers bosom, <br />Soaking in warmth, <br />Of love, life and poetry, <br />Assured, <br />Self convinced, <br />That this moment, <br />Will last for am eternity, <br />Not defined by god, <br />But my mom. <br /> <br />Hardik Mahesh Vaidya.<br /><br />Hardik Vaidya<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-bloom-2/
