The Mother Poem by Siddharth Nair

With each passing minute, I see
The radiant glow of love emanating,
From your beautiful being,
Unscathed by the grip of bondage
That you suffer day-in and day-out.

I can see the flicker of light
That fights every blinding gale,
Defiantly wanting to shine,
Despite the treachery of the tempest,
That threatens to take you away from you.

Like the proverbial Phoenix,
I can see you, rising in all finery
From the ashes of the previous day
With the indomitable spirit of resurgence
Only to emerge, more beautiful than before.

You are the Goldsmith's chosen one,
Yet again into the fire you go, at dawn
Only to get stronger and better than before
Ready to take on a lop sided world,
Ready to get on ‘top of the lop'.