Chinmaya sharma dedicates his poem to beloved mother on her Birth Day

A poem penned by my son Chinmaya, dedicates me on my birthday..

"After a dozen, it's her fifth

Believe me, it's not a myth.

It has come again, the exceptional occurance

The reason why these words commence.

Ere she came, it was Melan-choly darkness.

It dare not change, the light came unless.

The moon for all skies,

The truth for all lies.

The darling dreamers, as her regards

The ease for all their hards.

Curse me Lord! Will you!! To end this here

As though, time, with me, is never fair.

But if a complex woof of qualities,

Do form a single personality,

A million years as a half would it take, to make them fair.

.... Chinmaya Sharma

06 May 2020