True Love Is Mom, True Love Is Pop Poem by Sadashivan Nair

Father's love in even anger,
Mother's caress in dock,
Whenever vision of them,
Comes in my mind;
Eyes flow dew drops;
Each drop of tear,
A jewellery of maternal home;
Live each moment for me;
Were blown out of joy,
Watching me grow;
Follow as shadow,
Like protected shield;
Hi mom,
My sorrow evaporates,
when my mind,
Draws vision of you;
Gives me strength,
Fighting thorny path;
Your kiss is poise,
Papa's hug is spirit of life;
Your love inebriates,
As nectar kick;
You are earth,
Store all love,
Deep in blossom heart;
More I ponder, more I relish;
True love is Mom,
True love is Pop;


© Sadashivan Nair