I know no God, but her..

Spices, flowers and some music,
is all, that she has ever been
And her words that echo ,long after
she has left and is nowhere to be seen;

And at night when I hear her coming,
I pretend to sleep, and then I hear
Her whisper into my ears, things she said
and then could not say so clear;

She tells you how special you are,
and there’s none like you, anywhere
How much you mean to her
and to the world out there;

Her eyes speak it all, and her smile, mystic.
a saint so pure ,you fear losing all the day
“No, I would last forever”, she says to you
And then that’s all ,you always pray;

She has a dream ,she never told,
to see your smile never gone,
That’s all she ever wanted
a simple truth, that lingers on;

I find her awake before I am,
and working when I sleep,
She never complained or lost that smile,
she has somewhere in the deep;

Men pray to stones, and mud and paint
But I haven’t seen them talk
neither do they move or smile
nor they hug, or (with you) take a walk;

I know no more about them
But I have known this all along
I know no god , but her
Maa ,tell them i wasn’t wrong;

– Piyush Bansal (UG1)