Mom, my mom,
Infinite times I will claim this song,
But please, never tell me it’s wrong,
Because till you are with me I shall stay strong,
But promise me you will never leave me and come along,
By just forgetting the human intervention theory, come on!
Threat or danger shall never beat us even on the phone,
Or in the thunder storms,
Promise me you will be strong,
Without you how I will face this world’s outer path way much long?
What if someone hit my ears with a loud sound of a horn?
Or lost my eyes small corns?
What about the feeling that was born?
Which helped me to swim like a swan, and not letting me poison by some prawn,
Oh mom! oh mom!
Where you might be mom,
I used to speak these words when I was small,
My voice just acted for you like a call,
Though I was not much tall,
But at least tried to help you not to fall,
The things you managed were not like a small ball,
The memories together make my memory mall,
Where shall I find them once again when you are gone?
But I hope I never hear these words my dear mom!
Just hoping to hear the words in hundreds or thousands of years come on!
Set that car’s engine which is still not torn,
And once again together have those popcorn,
Watching our favourite movie in the hall,
Last but not the least,
Together have a feast,
Like some mad beast,
But now tell me at least,
Would you help me make our fetch list?
Be your loving daughter’s gift,
Be by her side as she lifts,
And be her inspiration and confidence as she lifts.
                                                                               By Vishvi n. aurora

Inspiration stuck my head,
Leaving my brain dead,
The relation of formulae started ahead,
Making my brain weak and afraid,
Though one side I went,
Leaving the unclear end,
But inspiration never told me to bend,
Even during the sand storms or hail beds,
It was inspiration,
That forced told me to stick to one end,
Though that was not much like the fluffy soft beds,
Pushed me through rough mead,
Leaving just a tumbled head,
And told me to fulfil my destination and dreams wide and spread,
That wasn’t much in those tends,
Like a Hopeless fountain kingdom album that Hasley sends,
On you tube my dear friends,
It was all apart from the world writing pens,
Even not ordinary as paying the rents,
The journey that even I threatened.
But finally, it was inspiration who followed me at every footstep,
Making hope in my respiratory set,
Helped me realized that the life’s journey was still left,
To calm down and be still and set,
Not to create the hard-earned destination end again into a threat.
                                                         ­                    -By Vishvi Aurora