The Farmaan - An Ode To Mother Poem by Abhisumat Singh

You're with me when I dance,
And with me when I tremble;
So I've made a tiny attempt,
A little try in order to assemble….

"First sunlight of my life,
Cherished in Your arms;
First symphony of my purpose,
Composed in Your heart;
And Your elegance and charisma,
Embedded in mine;
Thank You mom_

From the waking of the sun,
Till its periodic-absolute sleep;
And during the reign of the moon,
An a sky, dark and deep;
You guide me,
You shape me,
You show me your light…

When I shattered, due to my fears,
When I overflowed, in my tears,
You collected me, you arranged,
You composed a canvas-
Organising me for the Worlds Beyond;
Thank you mom_

You showed me my reason,
All the "WHAT'S" backed up with "WHY'S";
And how is life full of,
Some lows and some highs….

We fight a lot;
With each other,
For each other;
But then you love my flaws,

And I, your scolding;
That's how life goes,
That's how it flows,
Thank you mom_



I still remember,
Your big warm hands
Holding my tiny fingers at a ‘mela'
For ensuring my safety,
Not letting me disappear;
(Though everyday to me now, with a smile you say,
"Why did you not just run away? ")



I think I'll answer now;
Stained by your memories, I wish everyday,
I don't believe in God, yet everyday I pray,
To always remain, and besides you stay;

Atleast,
Till the river jumps over the mountains,
I can try;
Or maybe till the oceans fold,

And are hung up to dry;