It Is You
For as long as I can remember,
it was your embrace that veiled all my blunder.
When pills failed to decrease the pain,
It was your hand caressing my forehead,
worked the best to relieve my stubborn migraine.
My love for coffee may lessen overtime,
but it is still the smell of your 'chai',
forever afresh in my mind.
When as a kid in dreams I got terrified,
it was you, I found beside me,
making me feel fortified.
Little are these instances,
I wonder how far I'd go if I begin
to trace your influences.
Your divine 'anchal' protected me, always
from every evil eye,
It is you, Maa, in a poem,
I fail to describe.
@pari-phrasis
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