Thank you very much, darling Mother!

Those incandescent years, I have spent

in your umbrage, were like, both, a warm flame

and cool mountain air. And though you are no more

I feel you in every strand of my hair,

in every cell of my body. That as I silently yell

in the pain and suffering I have to undergo,

I hear your soothing, calming voice

And I can unfeel the pain

I can de-sense all the treachery. For, I know,

you carry my burden as much as I do.

I remember you once told me:

Whoever wins, wins; whoever loses, loses,

but always keep in mind truth and justice.

Like you, I know to humbly do my duty; I know

to sacrifice without expectations of returns.

May be, I learnt it from you. I am certain

I know the magnamity in the oblivion

of selflessness from you.

Thank you very much, darling Mother!