By Aparna Bandyopadhyay
Contributory Author for Spark Igniting Minds
Sitting silently as she gazes
At the Heaven above,
A shooting star is darting by.
A smile lights up her pixie face
When she hears the whisper,
She reaches out her arms to fly!
Is that star, her mother now,
In Heaven's garden looking down;
She was just an infant then.
Brush of the breeze on her cheeks
Softly brings a mother's touch
Her parched heart awaits the rain!
She gazes at the night sky,
With bated breath when life is hard.
For a soft comforting gentle kiss.
As she goes about her daily chores
With abusive men and termagants,
Her mother's touch, is her only bliss!
(Featured Image by Enrique Meseguer from Pixabay)
About the Author
Aparna has been a physics teacher in various Air Force Stations and Private schools in civilian areas, whenever stationed at a place. She has written articles and poems in Air Force magazines and regional publications.
She is now focusing on methods to make the environment green and safe. Her motto is to keep learning from young and old alike, there being no end date to learning.