Soft beginning lights of childhood
Soft notions of empty nothingness
New beginners freshest journey
Creamy waves of sweet sepia
Attract me today,
Overwhelming this insipid night
Of silent moral decay.
Babies know no morals
Journey is their life
Two tiny fists puckered
Like life's cheeks emitting cry.
How she must have held
How safely swaddled me
She cradled me
Fresh from her
Divine womb
Dimming forever,
lights of lost eternity.
My eyes blind
With love's wonder struck
Her eyed pinned it's faith
on mine.
Journeys begin
Journeys end
Beautiful notes to strike
Oh sweet mother
our memories
Intertwined are rife.
And when the dark
Shades your silhouette
Where silver tears dwell
In that vale
Between light and shade
May memories fall
in rain
may memories forever
Fall like rain
(c) Amrita Valan 2016

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