Friday, September 01, 2006
An Ode to Mother
Is it fate, is it a divine sign,
Is it chance or fortune’s thin line?
Is it to my luck or my gain,
To have you…
Oh! Mother, sweet mother of mine.
I cannot help but define,
Your self ever so benign,
That uplifts me to refine,
Oh! Mother, sweet mother of mine.
Life goes on and all is fine,
With all its trivialities of dine and wine,
But for your touch, I still pine,
Oh! Mother, sweet mother of mine.
I’d always wish for your love reign,
To help me move on, all of life’s malign,
May our paths eternally entwine,
Oh! Mother, sweet mother of mine.
May be it’s God’s design,
To which I’d have to resign,
As in vain would be my whines,
To let you go…
Oh! Mother, sweet mother of mine.
# posted by Nisha @ 5:18 AM 
