How will I present my identity?
To my mother,
On whose lap I saw the silvery image of this novel earth.
On whose soft touch my life becomes cheerful.
After long days of difference I am again…
But with a face of hopelessness.
What is unavailable in this world?
But unobtainable is!
A selfless, uncomplicated, welcoming heart,
Which can touch, fasten and realize soft corner of every one’s heart
That brings me again back to her.
But how I will articulate
I am your that son,
Who had once left,
To adhere the waves of enchantment
And mislay in the dazzling of luxury.
To close the eyes to every past,
And be painted with the fresh colour of a different reality…
Those small arms and cute face
Everything has changed.
Those sweet words are no more saying this lip.
Nothing I have …of the past
Which will make out me!!!
