An Ode To My Mother

An Ode to my mother. Each day with the rising of the sun With the sweet melody of the birds and With the fragrance of sweet flowers, With the opening of buds which bloom to begin a new life, Bloom to turn into beautiful flowers I also bloom to rediscover new life New energy and new path You rise up each day My spirits rise up to new height You speak up each day My heart echoes to your words You smile each day And I feel like heaven’s door are opened And the entire world’s happiness is bestowed to me. Sometimes you turn morose Then the light which reaches me and Rejuvenates my life turns dim and I shrink, The beautiful flower’s whose source of nutrition are you Wither, die, scatter and fall on your feet, The leaves which were once bright and lusty green, Lose their strength and color And fall pale brown, lifeless, burnt and make me bare and make me lose my identity. And when you are burning in rage and fury You fall on me like hails and thunderstorms Your agony makes me burn and I dazzle with pain. And when you turn silent The darkness within you Condense now to dark clouds Drenched with your tears, Tears of your pain and resentment Then you pour on me heavily To cool me and extinguish that Fire and give a healing touch to my burns. Oh! Mom you are the Mother Nature, Who embraces her children and teaches them to survive, I bow before you and salute you my mother. Saptarshi Mukherjee