Mother, The Healing Power Poem by Ujjal Mandal

When I hear the Black Clouds
Cry all day
Then the word comes to me
Is MOTHER
And the clouds
Stop crying.

When I see the North Wind
Blows through the bare trees,
Then the word comes to me
Is MOTHER
And the soft south
Breeze starts to flow.

When I see myself
In the unknown crowd,
Then MOTHER comes to me
And I discover myself.

When I feel the bud
Of my heart stoops,
Then MOTHER comes to me.
And I begin to dream again.