My Mother

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

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