Here I am

held like a feather by arm
Wrapped warmly like a fragile treasure
from the raging storm of winds,I take refuge
Here I tell my tales

Here I am

warmth to understand what future holds
tied  in several folds
in this unpredictable future
full of war and hostility,I take refuge in solace

Here I am

a "boss" on his or her sofa
crying for my providence
that is evident

Here I am

watching at the fellow being"my mum"
playing with me as if we are equals,just to make me entertained

Here I am

after years of  "crossing  mountains and valleys"
a mature man now
on his two providing for himself
after decades of hardship and mothers love,
moral in me instilled for the "betterment" of the next generation

Thanks Mother....