Gently you patted my cheek,
with a tenderness different,
not known hitherto by us both,
those quivering long fingers
exude motherliness,I miss ever after,
my mom has gone to her last pilgrimage,
and I crave for at moments of pain.
From the layers of memory darkened
by distance,I recover that feeling,
to place you instantly at a level higher,
than that of a sultry lover to whom
desire than anything higher binds closer.
In to my lackluster eyes, you peer,
see the ineptly hidden drop of tear,
in the corner shivering plaintively
before rolling down to lose forever,
its in the memory of my mother,
who rhythmically tapped my back,
led me to the cozy cloud of sleep,
when outside raged the storm,
I now gather, to a women I owe
when, time after time she takes
another avatar, of my mother,
momentarily though at times,
when earth slips,from under the feet
You did see the storm raging
inside and the child looking for solace
You hold me close to your bosom,
and I travel to a world gone by again
even when wolves howl refusing to sleep.
and let me doze off to wake up in another world!