Silver Lining

Grey makes it possible How delightful I was at the roll call In class room And how loyal I was with my assignment ordained to perform The face of morn I remember And how soon the noon coming closer And not far away is the even to register I remember and I remember For lustrous is the sun And the earth and the moon Keep looking at each other Day in and day out ever Little knowing of green, brown and grey For many a hue is sun's play Thus staggering not are my low feet While looking at My mother's and mine of crowns steadily going grey I am sixty And still my mother's dear In her lap cradling and dreaming dreams fair Summer had its days And winter will have its preys But an overnight's spell when love is warm Home is home Where blossom Flowers of yesterday and today in tandem For beauty dies not in grey Rather rises to the sky in memory's golden ray Yet whenever I look at my mother's With mirth and wisdom from eyes come down soft rains