MOTHER
A mountain of suffering
Hiding within the ocean of plights
From time infinite
Who could be par with you
My Mother?
Throughout a balanced life
With two liquid eyes
Of a rain washed morning
Consoling and quietening
The whole suffering
Condensing the prolonged joy
Veiling all the bearings
Under your gray lips
Is it love?
Just hiding all tears in your eyes
You have never tried to understand love
What you yourself are.
My Mother!
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