Mother - POTD

shade of vermilion encompassing sky at dawn,  pure fragrance of delightful jasmine in summer,  luminous dew drops quivering on lotus leaves, an almost-forgotten melody from my childhood!  all these and many more… bring the memory of my mother!  I remember her illuminating smile every day, I remember her pray… her eyes closed, her hands folded, her lips uttering lovingly everyone’s name.  she struggled through a war-torn difficult time of the country,  worked hard for raising her own children… and she supported many other children as if they were her own.  she didn’t sleep until the sick and the elderly were taken care of, she didn’t eat until no one was starving around!  every dainty and softest petals of flowers, carries memory of my graceful mother, her body was fragile, her mind was strong, she inspired devotion and dedication to minds around!  she is gone from this world… but she has left her soul in the ethereal colour of the glowing dawn, in the ambrosial scent of her exotic special flower,  chimes ring, soaring from the tranquil temple,  and reminds me of the peace and serenity  I witnessed in my mother.