Mother,The Breathing God

In the unique canvass of my life, you are the anthem

The atheists God is the mother, transcending all worldly divisions .

The coursing blood of my soul is your hue .

The golden values you effected in me is a promise of a new spring, thy heavenly song of love is heard .

Thy smiles quickens my dead, busiest hours .

Thy budget, and heartfelt calculations as fallible as Newton's, thy teachings as timeless as Shakespeare's,

Thy laughter as humorous as Woodhouse's .

Your Cupid riseth among our quarrels ever-high !

Our bond is beyond the countable moments of life

The shore of my heart is lavishly drowned by your waves,

Mother ! Thy democratise soul judges but me,

The Respite to all seasons .

The rough and creamy papers of my memories which are afresh everyday as your face looking .

Let me live as your belongings till the sun rises .

For I shall repay in love .