Saturday, February 09, 2008

Mother.


An image of pristine beauty.

White accented with blue -

A rough textured veil

Covering the forehead

That had changed the fate of a

Million foreheads around.

Creases of kindness

Gathered around those

Windows to a stunningly pretty soul.

Heavy laugh lines

That bask in the glory of

Many a smiles they had generated.

Thin, pale lips

That had added the color of prayers

To countless unfortunate lives.

Mother to many children

Borne in the wedlock to

The service of humanity.

Mother - In every sense

Of the divine word

Spelling syllables of love.















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