A subtle scent envelops me.
Then touch of a soft wind of grace,
somewhere in vicinity a giggle.
I listen to the soft footfall of my mother.

Suddenly, I became a child, a tiny one.
My toothless gum ventures a smile.
Oh! I smell aroma of untainted love.
I became an aged child of yester years.

By your one look I melt down on your lap,
sighing deeply by comfort of your warmth,
oh my mother grant me freedom.
Free to be free on the wings of your freedom.

Here I am waiting, offloading my egoistic thoughts,
down at your lotus feet,
just let me merge in the glitter of your nail rays.
Mother, may I rest by your side for a while?

—
Satheesan Rangorath