Mother

a poem by

Gopikrishnan Pisharody

Oh! My Dear Mother, I Love you
while I groan, she be with me;
her lovely hand goes through my hair,
Its feel, very serenity to my mind

She is an Angel of my way,
I love you – My dear MAMMA.

When I draw near with dead beat, she comes
and sit with me, as a ally.

There stars, that buffs on the Milkyway,
she, the vein of in my heart.

Her fairly affable,
and the radiance
that glows in my mind.
She is my vigor,
to reign in my life.