Temple of Love

Temple of Love

On the day I arrived,
a face appeared like dawn after darkness.
Before language found me,
a touch wrapped me in warmth.

Hands that held silence like a sanctuary,
a voice that echoed like a morning hymn.

Behind every smile, a hidden ache,
giving endlessly, expecting nothing.

When the world grew distant and cold,
a still presence became my refuge.

At every fall, a hand rose beside me,
through every rise, an unseen strength endured
the eternal flame of life — Mother.


GR kaviyoor 
23 05 2025

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