Streams weeping down the hill,
Mediterranean wave glistening, though still.
Continuous breeze gives unconfined care,
Mother’s manus touches Her face, sheer ardour.
Laquacious home to silent stable,
Eyes welling up as she read the deep fable.
Letter Calligraphs , “The 18th Precious Gift”
You’re an adult and its time to inquire, the ‘secret’ behind the myth.
Your ‘Dad’ left me, when you infant my womb
Society abused me with colic syndrome.
Ran out of cash and nothing left other being depressed,
I made you ‘Stranger’ for better calling you a ‘Pest’.
Cramped you up and locked you rancid,
Into the lap of an Orphanage.
Several questions will spin out your mind,
You will be beaten and hated for being alive.
Scars will grow deep and darkness shall kill you alone,
When you’ll see other children merry in their parental home.
Today on this special day I want,
Just to forgive me from all the burden, I grant.
Leaving behind this ‘Toy’ which I bought before your birth,
Now my soul can travel in heaven’s mirth.
Always live wise,
Fight bravely with your life.
Last line in the letter said, “I love You Forever”
Your Mother .
That silent night engraved the violent rage,
She knelt down and just prayed.
Eyes were moistened and heart needed pace,
Letter was wet with tears of grace.
Year back! She always got those candies from the stranger,
Which was no one but her mother.
She looked up to the sky and promised her life to grow,
The ‘Toy’ dropped from her shivering hand and spoke, “I love You”.
Picture credit : Prateek Shukla