With unfathomable love and immaculate care
she prepared feasts fit for kings , regal fare
Her scramble for the flimsy dupattas , hair
in mild disarray , a bit grayer ,every year
She got up to greet and talk to you , listen
Your own woes , when she had million(s)
Of her own . A cup of tea , sweeten(ed)
for all , with indefatigable affection
Bottomless pit , nature's beauteous wonders
Of unending giving , to strangers , stragglers
Friends , neighbours , servants , beggars
the benevolence never ceased , do ponder
How destiny turns against the very source
How fragrance in a cupboard full of succours
Maddens , saddens , inexplicably lingers
there are no more fidgety fingers
No more sunspot ridden fair crinkly skin
No more complaints of a heart flailing
No more hysterical, hypoglycemic sweating
Scary portends in the dark midnight
A breath that was taken by sheer power
Of will , a heart that beat just in order
to see kids , faraway , on distant shore(s)
A metabolism so messed up , in disorder ,
Whenever the bell rings , even now
What does your eye seek ? Blow !
That radiant face framed in springy white
A smile ,in pain , yet so much of spright
A motherly face , her wings transparent
invisible , so wide , sheltering beneath it
You , me , us and them .
Missing you , forever , maam .
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