(Living in Kuwait a parched land in middle-east desert, just for money sake, where people float around, where I could hardly find any relations with true love, if I want to taste pure love I contact my mother living in India. Her voice itself is enough to bring bliss into my heart.) <br /> <br />_*********_***********_**********_************_*************_ <br /> <br />She is the only <br />Window of my dark selfish room <br />Without which I can never assume <br />The sky of unconditional affection! <br /> <br />She is the only <br />Candle that melts and burns ever <br />Till her life on earth gets over <br />To alter my gloomy days brighter! <br /> <br />She is the only one <br />Having broader heart to pardon <br />My thousands of blunders done <br />But to cherish my value even one! <br /> <br />She is the only one <br />Having a mind that won’t calculate <br />Things from her hands immaculate <br />Surpassing even my life-mate! <br /> <br />She is the only one <br />Who wishes always my prosperity <br />Who can never bear my scarcity <br />Spending her days in austerity! <br /> <br />She is the only one <br />Who Blooms in my bliss <br />Withers away in my distress <br />Waving petal hands to bless! <br /> <br />She is the only <br />Window of my dark stinky cell <br />Through which breeze with smell <br />Of pure love flows to distil! 291208<br /><br />Raman Savithiri<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/792-mother-291208/
