Age might have withered her hair
But to me she made this world aware;
All the straight forwardness put in a line
would form the straight parting of her hair-line;
Keen observation may be attributed to Sherlock Holmes
but her brows alone would serve the purpose;
A light of love with thousand suns and moons
forms her divineful eyes;
All the affection of the world pressurized
in a small spot of her forehead,
and that is her thilak.
The breath factory of the whole family
lies in her flat nose;
A cave with golden words and advises
is her mouth -
Depicting the world is round.
A face spotless
unlike a moon
has come on earth as my MOM.
A woman who brought me to this world,
A person who showed me my father,
A human who introduced me the superior being,
Is not a human being
but the Goddess of Art and Learning
that is my mother SARASWATHI.
I have not seen Jesus, Allah or Muruga;
I just believe in the existence of God,
In every family in the form, of MOM.