माँ - happy mother's day

When pain and sickness made me cry,
Who gazed upon my heavy eye,
And wept for fear that I should die?

Who taught my infant lips to pray,
And love those holy books and day,
And walk in wisdom's pleasant why?

Yes! Your love was like a moonlight
Turning harsh things to beauty,
Transfigured as in a shining streams,
For loving you to the fullest you didn't even have dream.

Sometimes I know the words to say thanks,
For all you have done
But then they fly up as quickly as they come
How could h possibly thank you enough
The one who makes me whole
The one to whom I owe my life
The forming of my soul

You are less an image in my mind,
Than a luster
I see you in gleams
Pale as star light on a grey wall
Evanescent as the reflection of white swan
Shimmering in broken water