She painted my heaven.

It started with a dream

which like a fire kindled hope

Tender as I was, the naive age of seven,

I dreamt of painting my future

an angelic paradise- My Heaven.

Young as I was, quite unaware of the facts,

But vivid imagery triggered cause of the precious volumes-

Books, they said were friends, for me, Treasure

for never was the Andromeda out of reach

and Saturn did float in my bucket of dreams.

I was there with my mother, she stood by me

moulding, nurturing and educating me,

She laid the foundation for my success

that year had its own shimmer.

I do not know why, I do not know how,

With the delicate moments and prophecies put together,

she brought me up to be independent and righteous,

to be firm but loving,

She was the angel I heard of who dwelled in the heaven,

come down flying for me,

to paint my dreams gradually to reality.

Was it a year or my life’s mere feature?

Was it some sermon granting a blessing?

I do not know, for,

I was and am lost in the enigma of hopes and dreams,

But I know that it is and was my mother,

who laid the foundation ,

who bolstered me for elevation.

And now, putting my ethics clear.

I would say , I do and I live for her.