My mother.....

A wise child makes glad
yet foolish, a grief,
that you taught me by your ways, Amma.

All those pains, you suffered  
vanished like a shadow
as a ship sailed 
through the billowy water.
When it had passed, 
no trace could be found.
No track of its keel in the  waves.

Your name can't be  forgotten as the eloped time
and I can't  your works.
Our allotted time may be as the passing of a shadow.
Yet, I love you so much
though I couldn't be a daughter in duty.

You granted wide space
for my tender steps, 
trained my hands for life
by bending bows of bronze.


It was you who have  lighted my lamp
first and shifted to waking library
for keeping tongue from evil  
and lips from snobs.


Your presence, dawn for me

care, springs rain.

You are radiant and unfading

You, the breath of God,
a spotless mirror of  divine mercy,
an image of HIS goodness.

Let your soul rejoice before HIM forever
as an inspiring spirit
in heaven  like on earth