• Nandini Sengupta

My Mother

Updated: Apr 1


As I intend to write-

I falter for the right words,

Some pertinent phrases,

Which might delineate her forthright.


Longing for me to return,

My appearance would dislodge her fear,

And brighten up her eyes, I could discern.

Her love is ever forgiving and dear.


I feel her touch, hear her voice,

Caressing me in pain and

Calling me for lunch,

Indelible memories to rejoice.


Every tale has to be narrated-

Not a drop to be left.

Even her rebukes reflect the love

In all its hues.


Her smile emanates her inner strength-

She is my loving mother

Her love and warmth are

Forever intense and pure.


By Nandini Sengupta

@metaphors_of_life

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