“I am the creator of my own little nest,
I assemble my twigs with lot of care.
I endeavor to give my little ones all the warmth i can,
And yet not let them be a naive, in the world out there.
So some branches are tender and soft,
Just the way my nestlings are,
And few are dry, to not let them be vulnerable.
As for harshness in the world , there’s no bar.
Simi
“World is small for her, within her she contains them all,
Like the sky that holds on to all it’s stars, like the bricks within the wall.”
Simi
The way you held me close to you, and taught me how to write..
I wish the life would also let me color, with strokes light and bright.
Your being next to me, is my biggest strength you know,
Wish i could tell you how much i love you, and how much to you i owe.
In the folds of your sari somewhere, my childhood can still be found..
I know you still dream of me, and pray that i stay safe and sound.
This selfless love can be found, only in you, o dear mother..
Nobody can nurture a child so tirelessly, none another.
Simi says... 