I paint you with my dreams

Mother-

Stop a moment

stand still

I want to paint

you on my green canvas

I want to see

Deep into the crystal

Tear droplets

That were frozen

In your eyes-

Mother, 

let me paint

The agony of clasping

Dried rivers, burnt forests-

What color do I need

To paint the grief you carry

Under your eyes

In losing a thousand

Five hundred budding flowers-

What brush stroke could draw

The wrinkles on your face,

your quest for freedom-

Mother,

how can I picture

Your vigor

in graphic movement

Your struggle

for self respect

Pouring into a frozen frame!

Yet your gaze mother,

Sprouts like branches of hope

Exceeding boundaries!

Mother, will my blue strokes

Make you forget your pains

All these years!?

Mother,

I dip my brush

In red

To mark a brilliant victorious smile

On your face

Today

Mother, I paint you

With my dreams....

(Dawn of Telangana)

-Vimala.K

Telangana