MOTHER
I cannot imagine LIFE without her.
Or perhaps I don't want to.
For I know it will be difficult.
It will be painful, and NEVER,
will it be the same.
I stifle when she goes away---
much like the candle that cannot breathe under a solid glass jar.
Mother. She is the air I breathe,
in order to live.
She is the love I need,
in order to grow.
She is the book I read,
in order to learn.
Mother. She is irreplaceable.
And we--- well we, are inseparable.
Rohit Lata Lal