Unsung

By Abhinav Kumar

When Cold pierces your heart, warm hands embrace you

Due to the Heat of Life, when you have fear all over you

A wind that blows it away

When eyes create an ocean of sorrow

The will of the lord, that creates a path in it

A true Saint, who just gives

But never expect something in return

Manifestation of Shiv drinks the poison

But never shows the blue throat

A Porter whose hands are rough, but Still

Tries to smooth us gently

Those who have forgotten, those who don’t have

Hope for it, but can’t get it

Such is its Majesty

I can write some more metaphors

But sadly I do not have the skill to present even a part of it

I hope you guess it right

It's someone we call, Mother

By Abhinav Kumar