She strolled into my life
As soft breeze in still Summer
The first time I saw her face
It made me a Philocalist,
The first time I heard I voice
It made me a Melophile,
On seeing the joy filled tear pearls she shedded on seeing me for first time
Made me a Thalassophile,
The small things that she taught me
All that made me a Philonist,
The way she wiped my tears
Made me a Pluviophile,
The fragrance I felt when she came near me
Made me an Anthomaniac,
The stories she told me
Made me a Nefelibata,
The desire inbuilted in me to watch her
Made me a Lark Sleeper,
The way she loved me
Made me a person with Selfless Love,
Because she herself is idol of selfless love
As she is no one else but
"My Mother"


© Shilpa Marakkath
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