Mother, when I see you in my heart,  
I miss you.  
Mother, when I feel you in my heart,  
I kiss your feet.  
I miss you and kiss your feet.  

Mother, when I saw the moistened eyes surrounded by the wet petals of your gaze,  
I couldn't sense what was wrong.  
How did I miss them, and where did I miss them?  

Mother, when I sensed those tears,  
I struggled to feel and to accept something in me and to change, but where did I miss them?  
Where did I miss them?  

The want to feel you in my heart swept over like lightning  
and returned when it was dark; it was then that I missed you.  
The dark is a deep color; I couldn't see you.  
But I felt those tears.  
And I still miss you.  
©shivpoetesspriya