Lekhny composition -16-Oct-2022
I will visit my mother hometown again.
Green colored land with the aroma of brown wet mud.
Magic smell of mango garden that hook you from the nose.
Land where green was not there has absorbed the light and changed the shade to light.
The land that poured fertility with kindness and warmth resonates with my mother.
Bamboo hat sitting on the brick wall provides the relief from sun and rain.
While some had muddy wall for the bamboo hat and were applied dung makeup on the cheek.
The peacock planted her feathers on the muddy wall and the moon himself painted the brick white.
The decoration made in small home reflects with my mother decorating my small memories.
I met an elder , her skin was giving wheat color and was shining pale yellow in sun.
Her words were made by sugar and spice was added in her humor.
I got the map of my mother's home and a history journal on her childhood by the people.
Her little inticing humor of not drinking milk due to cat whiskers present in the milk.
This reminds me her innocent candy nature of my mother that greeted everyone in the home.
I saw her home standing tall despite standing in remains.
Like she stood and did all her fathers gentleman work when he was arrasted by the disease.
She moved the land with her soft fingers that was oozing her steel confidence out.
A rumor also whispered that once she drew blue mark on a man , he firmly touche her hand.
The belief was true as she was stronwag like Mary Kom and gentle like Child smile.
Wish I could get a Jennie to tell me more about my mother.
Due to flood my journey Was over in her homeland.
Just like my cradle and her love that was blown away by the black vomit wind.
But I will return just like sun one day and then stars will be forced to pave me a path.
As I am just wonderful and stubborn like my mother.
shweta soni
21-Oct-2022 01:30 PM
Nice 👍
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आँचल सोनी 'हिया'
19-Oct-2022 09:31 PM
Bahut khoob 🙏🌺
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Abeer
19-Oct-2022 12:41 AM
Beutiful story 👌
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