I Know, You Know

Every mother is a woman, But not every woman is a mother. Womanhood is by virtue of the sculptor's mould, But Motherhood is a sweet-bitter Journey for special trekkers. So I knew a man who was a mother, And a woman whose door was shut forever, yet could boast of a generation.. Because though she lacked a fertile land, she could make fruits out of seeds... I know a mother In her dehydrated state, she quenches my thirst, From winter's cage ,she hands over her pullover to me, From that desert without Oasis, she rains tears each time drought bedevils me on that ground where imbibition could occur, In her tattered self, she slumps down on both knees ,gazes at the sky till the star touches my life... You know a mother Let me lend you my ink.... Happy mother's day to every Mother out there... God bless you