Mother Poem by Krishnendu Gupta

She is not so strong
by the look of her
but yet nobody has ever
questioned her strenght.


She talks very little
as she speaks from heart
sometimes from her eyes too,
make no mistake
she has a curly voice.


If anyone defines love
its her profound eyes,
her flowery hands,
and a huge heart
beats not for herself.


Its a mystry to me
to everyone I guess
the love, the care she sprinkles,
on regular bases.


From where do they come?
and how are they formed?
drown us completely
like a silent voice,
yet everyone hear its
mesmerising trace.


She feels pain too
just like all of us
as she is a human being
of red blood and flesh.


She is much more
that what I believe
for the amazing ability
she has possessed.


When tear fall off her eyes
for the pain so intense,
of the wound so deep,
we have fetched.


she wipes them out
to give us strength
to heal the wound
with its exotic fragrance.


She isn't just a woman
she is godess for me
who descended from heaven
as a scarlet blessing
my life has treasured.