*This year, on mom's birthday, I was not at my creative best. But a birthday is always special and so, I somehow bunched up a few lines for her. It's your day, mom :)*
A scarcely blinking light
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Throws into shadow
Your
face otherwise lit
By a thousand deeds of the days past.
The shadow lifts at dawn,
The shadow lifts at dawn,
Slow and sure,
But unreckoning,
unseeming,
Unknowing of the varied
selves
And the number of lives
you lead within it.
The dawn breaks
Like an orange peeled
open,
Its juices pouring forth.
The light. The light
leaking,
Leaking out in bits and
spurts.
And finally shaping into
a halo around your head.
The morning sees you worship it,
You with your ever open
arms,
Your tired and expectant
hands.
With a prayer on your
lips.
A prayer for the old and
the new.
The old folks and the new
times.
It's a new dawn.
A new day.
Your day.
2 comments:
I really liked your expressions and the way you have said your heart out in this piece is impeccable.. I could feel the soul in it and whenever posts are related to mothers, they are always amazing..keep up the good work..:)
Thank you Surbhi! Your beautiful comments are so encouraging. You are right...mothers are special ^_^
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