MY MOTHER
Heavenly passion hovering around,
the roaming rivulets
merge into a calm ocean,
tranquility and refuge,
your fingers twine in my hair
in your lap,
consolation,
you and I embrace the eternity
in the firmament,
exhilarating lullaby
pulsing in the universe
dear ma.
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