#Winterdiaries

In the freezing, cold mornings 

When the white skies kissed the grounds 

And dewdrops danced on the leaves and flowers 

Nothing outside was visible 

The world is enveloped by snow all around 

Chilled water, couldn't dare touch it 

Even when mornings broke 

Wanted to remain in the cosy, blankets within 

At that spur, mom dropped into my room 

With the simmering hottest coffee 

In the big, beautiful, blue cup 

In which a girl sat in the sombre garden of roses 

With butterflies fluttering all around 

Just as if peace descended everywhere, blissfully 

Mom awoke me to a world of realities 

And I was overwhelmed by her motherly affection 

So pure was her love, no dualities 

Similarly the sweet, succulent coffee 

I sipped it through taking hours 

She was perplexed and wanted me to finish it soon 

But I wanted it to energise me for the whole day 

And was licking it gradually 

It was the purest coffee, I ever had 

She gave me a hug and left 

Every chilled morning she awoke me 

By the same taste of her marvellous coffee 

Today the cup stands in the transparent showcase 

With its other worthy companions 

On the dusty shelves look down dustbin disdainfully 

Bygone days were old 

And can't be replaced by other feats 

How I cherish those days of my mother's selfless love 

In a cup of warm, delicious, coffee 

On a misty, cold morning.