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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

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