Rendezvous With Mother

Mother

When I met you for first time

Echoed chants of your rhyme

What a look of yours!

Gracefully sculpted cheeks

Rendezvous with you

Was for a week...

Mom taught me to call you

As "Mother"

Raised my inquisitiveness

When she addressed you,

As symbol of Power.

Your legend as a Lady

Who for the demonic power

Proved a misery.

Still being a mother

How can you be named as Power?

With the rising Age

And drowning ignorance

I found my answer

Power in you

is not in your rage

It's in your accordance

For harmony

Your Power is not only

In your form as Gargi

But when you choose your fate

Behind a veil.

Your potential

Tames a Lion for a ride

Even your adoreness

Can radiate any life

O Mother!!

What a fate did one choose

To have his peril in your hand

And fall at your feet

Thus

Paying a deep reverence

In anticipation