Mother’s Day Special: Poem by Ishita Soni, Apeejay School, Noida 

Dearest Mother,

It’s been quite a few years since I’ve been here now, actually.
I like this place a lot.

It’s warm and cool at the same time. I feel like I’m floating sometimes.

Its walls are a little uneven –

somewhere they are tough as stone, elsewhere paper-thin.
I wonder where I am.

I wonder if this I where I belong.

The place has an ever-changing shape, but it’s a wonder how it seems to shape itself according to my words, or just a thought.

It’s weird how this place is round like the earth

yet all it has are soft corners absorbing all my worries like a shield.

I think I’ve discovered

a feeling, or perhaps it’s Nirvana I’ve reached, but I think this is how it feels to be loved.

How it feels as a loving hand caresses your head even before you feel the need to hear a caring word to cheer you up.

Or is it how it feels to be protected and cherished, nurtured

dearly, by something omnipresent – someone all-knowing.

It’s so kind of you, dear mother, for being so generous and lending me your heart to live in.

It’s the most beautiful place in the world indeed.

And poets might write about mornings and nights

with the moon so bright – such wonderful sights

but there’s never been created anything as majestic
and dignified as your life, as divine as your light.

It’s been quite some time since I’ve found a place in your heart, mother. Let me stay here forever.

I love it more than myself, actually.

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Ishita Soni

Class: 12 B

Apeejay School, Noida