Sunahsepha 6- Mother

My matula Vishwamitra was a great sage Famous for his power of penance, that Could secure the heavens for Trisanku, And for his temper, not tempered by his age. I tried to release myself from the ropes So I could reach him. The soldiers rushed to me To stand in guard by my side, dashing all my hopes. They kicked me on my face; but I felt no pain. Suddenly it started raining, startling the soldiers, So heavily as if the skies were ripped apart Fire doused, plunging us into full darkness. Fear gripped me; I feared I would die of fear. Fingers of rain long and slender caressed me Like my mother's. Now I cried my heart out Tears flowed like Sindhu, mixed with rainwater. Even in the extreme cold, I felt her warmth. I closed my eyes tight and saw mother smiling She was rocking me in the cradle of her heart Her fingers feeding me my favorite dishes And I, cozily ensconced in her warm embrace. ........I forgot my fear and hunger. I tugged at the ropes again; a li'l did I gain A lightning flashed and I saw the knot easy Free from the ropes, I saw a light flicker Far away. That could be my uncle; I ran! Were the soldiers after me? Or the footsteps I heard were that of a jackal or a panther? Now I knew no fear, my mother was with me Lead kindly light, my mother's love with me!