To My Mother

Till The Leaves Are Flying In The Breeze

And The Fruits Are Hanging From The Trees

Mother’s Love Will Never Cease

And I Know Not Why It Is

The Birds Are Chirping In The Woods

And As I See Them In Brooding Mood

I Realize The Meaning Of Mother

And Go On Thinking Further

When I See My Mother’s Sight

She Seems To Be The Sun Shining Bright

Shedding A Little Of GOD’s Light

And Helping Me To Do Things Right

She Is The Best Lady I Have Ever Met

She Is The Best Of All My Guides

She Is The Faint Light That Comes From The Moon

And Helps Me Remove The Pervading Gloom

The Softness Of The Touch Of Her Hand

Takes Me To Some Unknown Land

And When In Turn, I Search For Thee

I Find Her Sitting Close To Me……….

                                                  …….Rahul Bagaria(2001)