Retrieval

In my most difficult moments-
Poetry comes to me.....
Seems I get-
My mother's cloths wet with my tears,

And when I read the poetry by Comrades
Seems my thoughts get some unbreakable faith and assurance
As if gentle touch of mother's palm on my forehead....

Why poetry seems mother's cool lap??
As it wipes all tears at once
Is it just amusement of imagination??
Or just games of words??

Or is it my own place, very own?
I throw off all sadness aside,
When I read poetry by Comrades.....
In my worst moments......

After Reading Paash........
Dated - 24 February 2000