My Mother Poem by Satyam Tiwari

One day sitting under the vastness of ethereal sky,
Amazed, perplexed my sight ran towards a beaming star guided by my sorrow laden eye.
Its brightness resembled a face
Though well acquainted but lost in heavenly space.
My soul is always in some weary chase,
She is my mother whom I can never embrace
Sometimes my memory try to flung me back to those years of prime
Where I can still witness the face which was so divine
Her heart was always filled with ephemeral joy
Whether I crawled, walked or wept for the toy
My heart was oblivious of sorrow and mirth,
She left for the heavenly abode and now she shines in the sky
Every night I sit, I miss her and I sigh