On the boughs of my moisten eyes
A landscape Inscribed, a scene of an open door,
Reminds me of cherished, nestling of your
Home, in the drifting of lives
On the road is maddening heat of the Sun
Your prayers swaddle me with the shades of comfort and fun
With endless pain of being apart
In the realm of scary nights, I sleep with heavy heart
Under my closed eyelids are
Your sleepless guarding powers,
Oh mother,
You are away, though far away from me
But you are more then my heart
Truly near to me.
A landscape Inscribed, a scene of an open door,
Reminds me of cherished, nestling of your
Home, in the drifting of lives
On the road is maddening heat of the Sun
Your prayers swaddle me with the shades of comfort and fun
With endless pain of being apart
In the realm of scary nights, I sleep with heavy heart
Under my closed eyelids are
Your sleepless guarding powers,
Oh mother,
You are away, though far away from me
But you are more then my heart
Truly near to me.
