Mother

By Anirudh Chopra

Blunt glee solicited grace

All there was, a pinch of sanity.

If it wasn't for you my wilted mind

would have fell into a void with barred sign.

It was a dry milieu with me and you chittering behind his back, then there was a whit a hope for God's sake he wouldn't ever come back.

You gave me a smile like a quiver tree hiding your hollowness inside, the only way for me to sleep was by hearing your euphonious lullaby.

By Anirudh Chopra