An poem for my mother

A poem for my mother


When darkness fills all around

And I look for some love I turn to you , Maa

You, with that unassuming charm

In that endearing manner

Show me that life is worth living

Past this moment

I feel your comforting hand

Stroke my head as though

Assuring me that

It would last for eternity

I lay on your lap

And I don’t mind the darkness

I don’t care what

I care only that you are around

To take my sorrows away

And have me do the same

I see the stars Even without the skies

I see the moon

Down here, not that high

I see an angel Beckoning me

Luring me

To sunshine

I part the darkness And take a closer look

And I really knew

It was what it was

It was you, maa

That’s who you are to me

My angel, my God

My loving Ma

Always wanted my Angel-

Always wanted my Angel; One who takes away my worries

With those big eyes and that smile, My gift from my God above.

Always adored her power, Her strength to create miracles.

The way she brings that mystic fog And fills the environment with happiness.

Her aura has spark in it, Her glance has a balm in it;

The sweat that her work brings, When touches gloom turns into pearls.

Always wanted my Angel-What I got; was me as an Angel.

I became that gift, that balm, A reason to bring a smile.

I was an answer to someone's prayers

The burner to evaporate someone's salty drops.

I had to pick thorns from someone's path

And plant my beautiful flowers there.

With me was that power - Miracles were not mine but from me;

Sadness was all i absorb - Exhailing joy in its purest form.

No one knows how it feels, The feel of being that Angel.

It took time to sink in; Reverse role was the greed.

And then an oracle explained I was God's special little darling

What I spread was euphoria, What I got was eternal satisfaction.

The Child-Angel

They clamour and fight, they doubt and despair,
they know no end to their wrangling.
Let your life come amongst them like a flame of light,
my child,
unflickering and pure, and delight them into silence.
They are cruel in their greed and their envy, their words are like
hidden knives thirsting for blood.
Go and stand amidst their scowling hearts,
my child,
and let your gentle eyes fall upon them
like the forgiving peace of the evening over the strife of the day.
Let them see your face, my child, and thus know the meaning
of all things; let them love you and thus love each other.
Come and take your seat in the bosom of the limitless,
my child.
At sunrise open and raise your heart like a blossoming
flower, and at sunset bend your head and in silence complete the
worship of the day.


- by Rabindranath Tagore

The Angel

I Dreamt a Dream! what can it mean?
And that I was a maiden Queen:
Guarded by an Angel mild;
Witless woe, was neer beguil'd!

And I wept both night and day
And he wip'd my tears away
And I wept both day and night
And hid from him my hearts delight

So he took his wings and fled:
Then the morn blush'd rosy red:
I dried my tears & armd my fears,
With ten thousand shields and spears.

Soon my Angel came again;
I was arm'd, he came in vain:
For the time of youth was fled
And grey hairs were on my head

- by William Blake