O Mumma…

Somewhere in my heart,
there’s a vanity room to my escape,
embracing all my broken parts;
where I can shed all my worries
with absolute zero thought of
getting judged or questioned back.

I feel you there,
in the curtains, swaying
to and fro with the air;
in the pillows, absorbing
my griefs and the evergreen
stream of saline water;
in the comforters, wrapping
me with your warmth,
shielding me from
the ongoing cold war.

I don’t know how to say it Maa.
I’m empty with my vocabulary,
and unable to frame a poem
or scribble a quote to express
how much I love and how far
you’re admirable dear Maa.

My life you’re!
The deity adorning
the throne and ruling my heart
with unconditional love,
and dedicated nurturing
with utmost care.

Nobody can have your place,
None can solace me when
things ain’t at their best.
My existence is a Lie
without you, and in my heart,
there’s you, only you.
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