Mother
Took my pain for holding me,
When I was a worthless drop,
For me, flysheet you are,
Enshrined me from evaporation.
Thou are the candle,
Burned thyself, enlightened me,
Deathless, your care for me,
Frazzled thyself, fretted me,
Made thyself the fertile soil,
For me to grow well,
Took all your nutrients,
And left you as barren.
Powered my soft feathers,
Encouraged my flight,
Dragged thyself for my well-being,
Unforgettable your memories are.
Poet is pursuing honors degree in English Literature from Delhi university and can be reached at khubaibmujtaba216@gmail.com
