Sea smiled to me when I was born
The sandy realm embraced me wholly
Mom gently kissed my forehead
Baba said Azaan in my ears
I didn't understand the order
But I felt peace
Was it a separation or a bond
Stroked I was.
They gathered me. Grew me out.
Fed me the dots of days
Wrote in me the midnight minutes
When in dance, I was recited
Sunlight hid my tears
Cold I was hugged
I remember my mother's arms
Her fingers and her palms
Her shores, and her flows
Unending intensity... Mom is the real muse..
Thou art an endless spring
Stranger I could be
Far and away I may wander
But your eyes always stir me
Everywhere and all the time...
A kid, and always a kid
At your doorway... In your chest
My region ranges in you
And all the streets to life are from you
I miss you, Mom.
This rhythm is for you
All of me feels your rain, Mom.
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