Treasure Island

Debasish Mishra


IN PRAISE OF MY MOTHER...


Clear like sunshine,
Sweet like nectar;
One who gets the mother's love
Is, in fact, a true victor.

Its mystic yet unmisted
Pristine yet pure;
There is none to deny this,
I resolutely assure.

Her tears flow
For my slightest pain;
As if she were a fool
Or insane.

She starves for me
And feeds me well;
Gives heaven to me
And accepts hell.

For giving me breathes
And all necessary stuff,
Even sacrificing myself
Wont be enough...

The showers of her love
Bring joy in my way,
This unselfishness
I can never repay...

I can never repay,
This I assure;
For her love is Godly,
Pristine and pure.

Submitted: Sunday, January 31, 2010

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