A poem by my late Uncle

An Ode To My Mother

Your eyes ever reflected

An ocean of selfless love

Wherein dwelt

Mercy, tenderness, infinite capacity

To condone her children

Of their foolish follies!

Your soft voice

Resonated

With turbulent affections

And words of moral preachings

Blended with human values

And that was indeed music to our ears!

Weren’t you who bore the pain and agony

When I and my sibling were wounded or ill?

I remember; when once

I was ailing and in delirium

My forehead piping hot in turmoil;

Your soothing hand

Caressing my forehead

Pacified my burning self

And transferred me in a painless world of bliss

I awoke next morning

Rejuvenated once again!

Where was the need to see God,

When you were at my side!

I could feel the divinity

In my mind and in my heart

Whenever you caressed my mop of hair!

For me you were indeed a

Living God

And when all of a sudden

You vanished into oblivion

I felt;

That the so called immortal God

Had died a mortal death!