Thee... Mine Loving Mother... Poem by Tapashya Das Sinha

Thee;
The Lord of mine breath,
Thee;
The savior of mine death,
Glad I am
Glad is mine birth,
Divine and utmost
Thine efficient effort…
Thee;
An unbound perennial river
Bathing mine sins in; as daughter,
Thee;
Mine glisten supernova
The creator that Almighty has discover
Forever;
Immortal thine love
Thee mine loving mother…
Thee;
The ocean of love,
Thy milk of nectar unbound sailing in mine blood,
Thee;
The Grail of mine birth,
Thine lap mine earth,
Thine feet mine floor,
Thine glee mine mirth,
Thine desires mine feathers,
Forever;
Immortal thine love
Thee mine loving mother…

The beats of mine heart conceive
The purity of Bhagwat Geeta perceive,
In voice of thy words, I receive…

The roots of mine gallivant mind beholds
The bliss of Quran Sharif
In thy uncounted waves of affection’s folds…

The emotions of mine soul
Depicts the images painted o’er,
The ecstasy of Holy Bible’s pages
Under the lucent shades of thy caring phases…

Yore;
I gained my sense,
In thy school of admiration,
In thy temple of knowledge,
Obedient was I, the follower of thee
The only disciple,
The palms of mine conscience
Beholds thy bounty of teachings,
Alike;
Mine notions of life art learning
The Guru Granth Sahib’s preaching…

Thee an Oak, me a creeper,
Thine hope mine future,
Immortal thine love
Thee mine loving mother…

To thee;
Infant was I,
Infant will I,
Infant I am
Forever to thee… my mom! ! !
Closed art mine eyes in adore,
Resting with glee my head
On thy shore… on thy shore…
Molded I am in ye,
I the child of thy core…
Thy stretched wings of arms
Mine fortune’s door,
Immortal forever,
Immortal thine love
Thee mine loving mother…

Me the shadow of thine dawn hover,
Me a drop of thine blessing shower,
Might;
In lobbies of mischief
I spoke thee haughty,
Might;
In couch of childhood,
I abhorrence thee naughty,
I thy child poor,
Nevertheless;
Forever, since and yet
I thy dear,
Thy child of care,
Immortal thine love
Thee mine loving mother
Thee mine loving mother…! ! !