One AMONG MANY

A poem dedicated to my mother

The sun slowly thaw the frozen lakes in front of you;
Turquoise water, for the spring it begins to brew.
You left me behind, saying: I will see the world through your eyes.
Do look at the snow-clad massif in front of you rise!
I see:
Mother, your tears fall from heaven carved like frozen snowflakes;
They melt to cascade through the pinewoods where your name awakes -
Jharna - the waterfall; hums the meaning of your name. 
The pine foliage is as thick as your braid.
I can see that even nature refuses to let you fade.
Dusk hails a Snowfinch sitting on the lee;
Its loyal warbles and chatters bring back home,
A promise it had made at dawn, before it set its wings to roam.
They all sing a sweet lullaby for my mother,
To rest in her blissful eternal slumber.
Just as she once sang to me,
When I was her darling toddler.

Me, my husband and our son had a very few blessed chances of travelling with my mother. In her mortal lifetime, whenever she travelled, she travelled only with us. Rest, she never travelled, but encouraging me as she always did, she told me –” go ahead, travel and I will see the world through your eyes.”

Here’s the poem dedicated to her on the 10th year of her death anniversary.

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