My eyes are drenched while waiting on the road—
like earth dampened by early monsoon showers
They shimmer with the shadow of you, Mother.
Let me remain a child, through ages and ages,
wrapped in your eternal warmth.
Even Father’s love, unfailing and vast,
joins like two rivers flowing into one grace,
He'd lock away his own hunger,
just to feed me first—
like a clay lamp burning itself to light my way.
Your face flashes in every trap I fall into,
like the moon glimpsed through tangled branches.
How can I recite your saga, Mother,
in just these few humble verses?
You are the Earth,
blooming countless lives from your soil,
Never tired, always whole—
like the sun, faithful in its daily gift.
What words could ever capture your sacrifice?
Heaven, they say, begins at your memory.
Because when God alone could not
nurture this world,
He created the haven of a mother's embrace.
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