MY MOTHER

 

MY MOTHER

My Mother always bothers

Very unlike others;

Makes offspring better

Nothing on globe Greater!

She serves unto Her demise

Uneducated but wise;

A full-moon in guise

Yes, unpayable is Her prize!

Very familiar with stormy percussion

Still bounty in Her affection;

Passive resistance, Her unique cream

Happiness to Her is a dried up stream!

Me like an ingrate son

Earth witnessed never born;

She is Rose, myself thorn

I am the chaff, She is the corn!

Stars smile in Her august presence

Sun departs in Her gloomy absence;

Compassion looks through Her chaste glance

To have Her in indeed a heavenly chance! 

Copyright: Shankar D Mishra, 22.12.17