#MothersDayPoem
The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
Through my sleepless nights, your hands caresses my supple cheeks,
When I became ill and fragile, your eyes became wet and teary the little drops from shattering roof.

When the world became so much for me,
You would pat my thorn stricken flesh and say!!! "Bite it in the face",
Then and there, my voice became faint like the hissing of the brown serpent,
I muttered what seems like no words at...