If my heart could pulsate like the Earth

I, too, could shift and merge nations

To be the heart of Mother’s continent

I could become the tectonic motion 

༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. °｡༻

Like the rare majestic red sprites

Illuminating dark Himalayan nights 

Only if I  could  branch into thunderous light

I would wish to fall on your cradled site

༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. °｡༻

An organism said neither dead nor alive 

Found existing between mortality and life

I wish I too could exist in two planes

One foot in the maternal realm another in the mundane

༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. °｡༻

The volcanic grave birthed baby dragons. 

Eyeless creatures, motherless orphans

Thought extinct, they made a new history

Surviving Grimm dungeons, they wrote their story

༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. °｡༻

Such is the marvel of Mother Nature

 Ruthless yet she always will nurture 

And never such a time could arise

With her mysteries, she won’t surprise 

༺｡° .ᘛ𓆩♡𓆪ᘚ. °｡༻

Dedicated to my sweetest, dearest, loveliest Mommy, my everything!! Now your nature, not just mine, but mother of all, bless us, project us, love us and forgive us.