By Ritto Joseph✍
Gone unheard as a child,
My hysteric cries.
And then came my mother,
God in disguise.
In the light of her lamp,
My eyes never went damp.
Never I felt so secured in her lap,
Even after getting from her a rap.
Her love is so pure and divine,
More intoxicating than the strongest wine.
She gave my soul a lift,
Whenever I got lost and went adrift.
Comforts of my sleep,
I found in her lullaby.
And those are the memories,
I’ll never forget till I die.
I’ll never find a love like her another.
All that I’ve become,
I owe it to my lovable Mother !
