Mother’s touch

How can she know?
What’s mother’s love?
She never tasted any
Through out her life.

She read about it
So many times
In so many places
But never felt it.

Her mom was there
When she grew up
Distant and cold
Only dutiful not loving.

Never did she sat
Holding her hands
Or caressing her brow
When she was in sickbed.

Never did she allowed
To be touched or hugged
Touching her meant
The hand to be pushed away.

So she grew up reading
All the sweet stories
How mothers rock their babies
And how they hug and kiss.

smiles

Why are those rays of sun fading away
which used to perch on every lip
when they talked, spend times together
pieces of sun called smile and laughter…

They have been replaced by half hearted
smiles, greetings muttered in aloof way
hi, hello, how are you have taken over
those gentle beams of sun rays…

those which used to light up one face
and illuminate ten others around
a surge of warmth spreading from heart
to heart, enveloping each and every one.

Those peals of laughter, those loud guffaws
telling the tales of a warm heart present
these beautiful butterflies flying from one lip
to other need to be brought back, revived.