A Mother

Talking to the mellow tree,
The chirping of the birds about their mother mount up to the skies.
For the greatest treasure I have known,
The steadfast love that she holds.
For the wisdom that you have shown,
There is my faith that beholds.
Sixth age shift,
The transition that drifts.
You saved me from the trunmoil of happenings.
The pleasant memories
Of inspirational songs,
The love that you still impart,
I adore you for all I have.

- Rahul Srivastava