It’s the mother earth, overflowing with oceans,
that has breathed the idea of love at epochal time,
and still, replicates life in every inch of this creation.
She is an eternal spring that embraces all waters.
Mother is a ceaseless source of monumental love
And she is the beauty incarnate…
And, the survival of humanity solely rests on her.
If one can still breathe and life beats, it is thanks to
her varietal roles and intellectual essence.
It is because of this wonderful Mother
Sun rises or sinks each day.
If the wheel of seasons rolls down
or, limits of time are expanding;
If the deciduous trees dress themselves up
with delicate shoots flaunting daintiness of Spring;
If the cuckoos continue to coo
and we could witness full- and new-moons
it’s only courtesy omnipresence of Mother.
A Mother is not a mother to only one, or to only few;
A Mother is not just a lone and singular being,
Mother means many, Mother is plural.
She is the primal natural force,
that set this universe into motion
She is a manifestation of humanity itself.
Mother is not singular, but plural
She is a veritable definition of plurality.
(This poem is taken from her collection of poetry “Usuru”)