Mother my first God

Babbled a dual syllable:

Mama; my first cosmic sound

While she was in my binocular vision

Mother is not a simple dual syllable

She is a cosmos to all mankind

 

 

 

Ocean of love she my breath; leads

Me that lullaby into sound sleep

Sees beauty on all, she my eyes

 

Fragrance of life she my smell

Taste buds she a tongue of my food

Prayers to God she my soft lips

Smiles at all wonders of life

 

Feather touch when she my hands

Walks hardships through; she my legs

Cries for me for a cry of mine

A perfect gesture she all my emotions

 

Time, space or even death can’t

Separate a mother on earth

God can be experienced by miracles

Mother can be sensed without miracle

Then, who is true God?

 

©-Vijay P Nair -2017

 

Dedicated to all mothers on earth