PERSON Poem: Merlion, by Ruchi Acharya

In the gentle hush of yuletide’s embrace,
Crown on her head, adorned with grace.
No need for jewels to convey her worth,
For a mother’s love transcends this lifeless earth.

There’s a silent strength in her eyes, a soothing balm,
Her touch, a shelter from the rolling sea and a raging storm.
Earthing and dancing, a child singing lullaby as her mother’s praise,
For her thoughts and essence shines through endless days.

In her arms, a sanctuary of sunbeam and care,
A handmade house of love, steadfast and rare.
Spiritual or diabolical, no need to describe her heart,
For it beats in creative rhythm of imagination, a timeless art.

She weaves a tapestry of selfless devotion,
Nurturing dreams with unwavering emotion.
No need for mirror to capture her might,
For her love’s radiance is a guiding light.

Her choices of words, a melody of comfort and cheer,
Wiping away every trace of turning blue or fear.
No need for sounds to utter her name,
For her presence alone ignites a flame.

With every breath, she imparts life’s lessons,
A merlion, a mentor, in all her expressions.
No need for inspection to define her role,
For she’s the embodiment of a priceless soul.

So, let us honor her death in word and in deed,
With gratitude and love spreading across the universe, as we succeed.
No need for colors to paint her picture,
For a mother’s love needs no script to be richer