Maternal Love Poem by Tawfeeq Hasan Khan

A girl lived somewhere in the world of maternal love,
And she slept on her mother’s lap as serene as a dove.
Her mom when caressed her fore-head with her gentle hands,
All her pain smoothened and did flow like by wind the soft sands…
Her mom’s caress made her dive into a deep and serene sleep,
And made her feel gentle dreams unaware of her eyes to weep…
When upon her eyes a droplet rolling down her mom’s cheek fell,
It woke her up in such a tragic way that even words fall less to tell…
The gentle hands of her mother turned serene and soullessly cold,
Which left her alone along with her tears in this loneliness untold…
But her mother’s goodness is still alive somewhere in her heart,
And she says-”I can only feel now that what for me thou art? ”
Her friendship made me feel the real value of a maternal love,
That it weighs the same as the bond between a nest and a dove…