I was searching
searching and searching
To the bottom of my heart
Where I could find my Anchorage
I was never in my mother's lap
Then where I tasted the compassion
still I am searching the forgotten shelter
I need to transfer the texture of Love
My kids are also in need of the same
I carried long after before I lost
Is it the one on my father's loving face
Or in the dark lady who took care of us
I need to transfer the warmth of Love to my kids.
If I could give them ,their eighty years will be powerful
Is it the pain and panic that haunts me.Many a days I dreamt of falling to a deep pit
Is the same feeling I transferred to my darling kids.
Jaya Nair
© Jayashree Nair