Here’s an evocative poem, dedicated for Mother’s Day, by Meera. An exclusive for Different Truths. 

 Tell me ohh sleeping land,
 What poet touched your soul?
 In whom did you see your wound?
 It must be in a mother.
 The cracks in her body,
 And in her heart goes deeper,
 To just smile.
  
 Not all mothers see every child as their own,
 I know,
 Then show me those in whom,
 Those blessed souls in whom,
 Your tribute ventures.
  
 Puzzling roads that we travel,
 Encloses a single transparent glass.
 Either shattered or brightened,
 Both have lamented on ways
 That lend moisture to your bosom 
 And your enveloping heavens.
  
 To hold a pen,
 Changing miraculously all agony to joy,
 Is a luxury which few acquire.
 Only mothers tell us
 Love is not seized,
 It is a natural bond to strike a chord
 To change your world,
 No matter what befalls.
  
 Tell me,
 For whom you stretch your hands,
 Awaiting their return to your lands. 

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Meera Vineeth

Meera showed a keen interest in arts and art forms since childhood. She has published her first book, Symphony of the Ocean, which is a collection of poetry on various themes. Her poem Survival has been published in an anthology Life at Corona Times. She also published her poem “A Parable of Truth” in an international anthology Paradise on Earth by Third Eye Butterfly Press. She is the recipient of PANORAMA YOUTH LITERARY AWARD 2020 of Panorama International Literary Festival conducted on behalf of Writers Capital Foundation, Italy.

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