Shelter Poem by Pravat Kumar Mandal

SHELTER
P. K. Mandal

Nothing can make a son more prosperous
Than listening to his mother's phone call:
‘Hello ‘beta' how are you - safe you all
I know you well, as you are boisterous.'
Nothing can make a son more glorious
Than receiving his mother's deep blessing
The mother who always gives her wishing:
‘May you be happy, son and gracious.'

The son perceives proud of his mother's norm
Still he is anxious for the mother
Eroded the world today by a worm
That worm has kept mother and son afar
Waiting for stopping the untimely storm
Then the son will get a secure shelter.

(April 03,2020)