I have brought her dreams,
Keeping in corneas of my eyes
I have come to see the land
With the eyes of my mother,
Where she played with dolls.
I have come to seek her childhood,
I have come to caress,
Saddened tassels of the trees,
Where she oscillated on the swings.
The city that I considered till yesterday
The city of thorns, I have come
To distribute in the street
Bouquets of roses, the Iceland of peace
Which is about to drown
Into the ocean of hatred, I have come
To pour upon handfuls of the earth
Of my own share, the eyes whose dreams
Have been mortgaged across
The seven seas, I have come to embellish
Those eyes with some fresh dreams.
(Written on the occasion of Bharat Yatra in the memory of poet's
mother.)
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