she rolls in mass~by Gitima Deka

 

 

she rolls in mass

Like an insect she rolls in mass
And creates harmony
Her symmetrical nature is so magical
A lullaby for me , a lullaby for my brothers
And sisters , a lullaby for sleepless nights of my father , a lullaby caressing the void
Of the whole family….
A lullaby is a prayer
She murmurs days and nights ..
Days and nights she loves she prays
At midnight a witch of dismay
Peeps into her pillow to terrify the forlorn
Child in her , she forbids with calm reproval…
And dims down the stars of her eyes
To see another burial of her self
In ecstasy of love , delight of sacrifice…
( Mother )