They will slit my veins
searching for your blood, in vain
for I am not yours
Not in flesh, not in blood;
Nor have I known your womb’s warmth.
But let them search my soul,
and find your face etched in gold -
for I am indeed yours
Yours in being, yours in living;
Reborn in your heart’s warmth.
searching for your blood, in vain
for I am not yours
Not in flesh, not in blood;
Nor have I known your womb’s warmth.
But let them search my soul,
and find your face etched in gold -
for I am indeed yours
Yours in being, yours in living;
Reborn in your heart’s warmth.
A delayed Mother's Day gift for my mother-in-spirit. To the nit-picking world which survives on technicalities: my best friend's mother.
just beautiful!! your mother in spirit must be jubilant
ReplyDeleteZeenath Aunty - thank you! Hopefully, she is :)
DeleteAbsolutely lovely composition.
ReplyDeleteThank you, Manjulika!
Deletethis is so beautiful.. :) :)
ReplyDeleteThank you, Arpitha <3
DeleteMy words here cannot make comments on such deep stuff...why don't you just make it easy for the rest of us - add a rating scale (+_+)
ReplyDeleteThe first part of your comment is in itself a comment :D That's a very helpful suggestion - might be useful for people who're too busy to comment! I'll get to work on it :)
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