Sways.....

I don’t have a picture of yours
Nor I wish to carry…
Your place is not on the
Walls made of bricks
And coated with paints…
For Momma is an
unique feeling..sensed
in each and every breath
Deep and Intense
are those..even
a life is too short
to glorify the feel...
so..how can a picture
manifest my feelings?
You merit a special berth ..Momma...
Where you dwells ….
Where your memories sways.
Like a pendulum...
In my heart.