Mother – A ray of hope

While sitting beneath an arbor
The creator’s eye touched the wharf,
The rivulet was wearing a wreath
Waiting to embrace the mirth.

The days of pomposity reached its home
She was crowned as a queen mother after a nine month’s lull ,
The world saw its maiden valley of roses
The giggling sound of winds dabbed the colourful daisies.

Mother , my mother
Everyone’s mother , our world’s mother
Bestowed her compassion with divinity ,
She is the universe , a reason to smile
A ray of hope , an embodiment of kindness and purity.

Polly Handique