THE DROP, THE LULLABY

In thy touch
Thought vanishes

In waiting
Faults flies

Darkness dies
In all thy hues

I do not pray
To decipher thee

Who calls there?
I could hear thee aloud

Thy heart is beating
Pounds, I could sense that

Holding in thy palm
Comes the balm

The white nectar
Gulped subconsciously

Softness thy caressing
Lure me to sleep

A warm water dropped
In the years bygone

Now the feelings ripened
In visual reminiscences

It was on cheeks, Still
Could feel the warmth

It all came from
My Mother's eyes

Was the drop
Not thy love
O, Mother!
Then, on whose lap
The tapping Of palms
I could hear thy lullaby