Mother's Not An Oasis Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

I can't equate thee with an oasis,
Nor with a weary voyager's sole port,
A last hope no one can afford to miss,
Nor a child's fondest dream, her last resort.

Thou art more than a paltry sandy green,
Thine verdant pasture's spread many a mile,
Solace to all, soothing balm thou hast been,
What's an oasis but a tiny isle?

Eternal thine grace much wider is spread,
And when a long-lost son, defeated soul,
Returns as if from desert's dreary dread,
Showered is he all thine love, grace and all.

No mere oasis, a life-giving kiss,
Thou art nothing less than eternal bliss.
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Sonnets | 07.04.04 |