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Rendezvous With Mother
Rendezvous With Mother
Mother
When I met you for the first time
Echoed chants of your rhyme
What a look of yours!
Gracefully sculpted cheeks
Rendezvous with you
It was for a week...
Mom taught me to call you
As "mother"
Raised my inquisitiveness
When she addressed you,
As a symbol of power.
Your legend as a lady
Who for the demonic power
Proved a misery.
Still being a mother
How can you be named as power?
With the rising age
And drowning ignorance
I found my answer
Power in you
Is not in your rage
It's in your accordance
For harmony
Your power is not only
In your form was Gargi
But when you choose your fate
Behind a veil.
Your potential
Tames a lion for a ride
Even your adorableness
Can radiate any life
O, mother!!
What fate did one choose
To have his peril in your hand
And fall at your feet
Thus
Paying a deep reverence
In anticipation
