Mom

You dropped me from heaven and placed me here,

Like a piece of feather in the abandoned air.

I landed slowly in the arms of love,

From which I never wished to look above.

No comment that is commentable enough that could be commented on her beautiful face.

I think for a while and realize that it is above all caste, creed, and race.

She looks at my eyes and makes funny faces, hoping my tears to dry,

I turn to her and smile a lot, promising her, to never cry.

She holds my hand and makes me stand and pushes to make me walk,

I count a few steps and trip a bit and finally fall against the rock.

She picks me up and holds me tight with eyes completely filled,

I sniff a bit, but I know, without ointments, my wounds would get healed.

I am now growing faster day by day,

Pacing with the sun's ray.

The person who kept me always warm,

Is eagerly waiting to hear me call her mom.