Should I compare thee to the sun,
or sun should be compared to thee Ma?
Thou hugs warmth, has clearly outdone,
Bright sunny and sweaty summer's plethora.
Thy eye's sparkling light, kills my failing fear;
like with sun's royal arrival, night is dead.
Reflection of thy proximity, glooms my cerebral hemisphere;
Daisy, Aster, lavender bloom with sun on riverbed.
At noon, sky turns into burning flap,
with passing hours, even sun so high disintegrate;
When time fickle and plunges for tight slap,
Thou words, Thou presence feels so great.
The longer I live, the more I understand,
Ma only Thou are God's creation's best brand.