My Mother

I had a mythological tree Instead of having branches and leaves She had arms and hands smeared with care and love In her warm lap I used to laugh Used to get shadow and cool breeze In her eyes I saw kindness And heard songs of compassion in her voice Her face was like a piece of art I used to rush back home As she was the embodiment of peace She is no more No, I am wrong She is always here like a shadow of light Or she is in the scent of soil around Surrounding me from all sides And I see her every day in the mirror of my soul. Today she flew down like an angel And sat beside me like my own little daughter While she wiped out my cheeks and chin She laughed kidding me like a naughty girl As I was in tearful eyes remembering her.