SHE IS MY MOTHER

 

“She too has dreams, some can’t understand

                 The only drop of water in an arid land” 

Mother’s love is Peace

 

 I was born, last, I cry

Her beatific and infinite try

Just paddling my dreams, she stopped hers

More than a little, I, myself curse

Arduous paths, “I claim “, she repudiates

She reclusely sitting on her knees and grieve 

 

 

She detained her doubts,

Caring for me, that’s all about

Honouring her secrets, tiresome of her moans

Never express her feelings by her own

Her decisiveness, my profile

She inhales, I smile

Her scowl, I laugh

Bless me, as of your partly half

Indelible moments, I remind,” I cry”

Her intangible strength, she still tries

Dusk it was, behind, like my back

Here comes the dawn, it was all black

She always said,” a bright day, just pay

                               a dark night, headway heights”

Pardon me, I can’t repay you

I’m glad, I am one of you

Darkroom, a path of sunshine

Too jubilant you’re mine

 

She believes, I behave

Felt enervating, she remakes

Any sabotage dust, I retrieve 

That’s what my mother believes

 

Your Immortal soul brazed in my mind

Inexplicable and a dead tour to find

Now, I’m what you ever dreamt of

Surely arduous, but we enjoyed though

 

Crystal clear stern, “my tone”

You were my companion, no more lone

freezing from your fondness, “that’s fine”

Ah, Quivering, here comes the sunshine

 

I wrote one of your lessons

Ah, This fragrance! your pure essence

I can’t write stuff more about you

Cuz it's not me, its YOU

 

                                                                  ~ RAGHAV SRIVASTAVA