Two souls ,one Chinese and another Indian met under circumstances,
This is where life gave each of them ,their own chances.
From a spark in their hearts, a new life took flight,
I named Yuna was their journey, their joy shining bright.
Pulling a sheet of wrapping paper,
Soft and delicate in her hands,
She folded with care to calm my tears,
A paper tiger roared to life, its stripes of love in ancient lands.
But I grew up too different ,too chink ,too fast,
And the paper animals slowly turned to dust,
They tried to breathe into magic once more
But I lost hope in them from the core.
I forgot the touch of her hands,
The warmth in her voice,
Chasing chaos and societal pressures of another world,
The paper animals felt too old.
I was tormented at school because of my features,
Which made me unsee the magic in those paper creatures,
so I left her and my stories in the past,
And in the midst of silence and pain, I never saw her love could last.
Years later, I found those paper animals waiting,
But they did not move.
And as mom died
Her magic in those papers died too.
One day, I found a letter
which taught me to think better.
In there she wrote of sacrifices, pain and unseen tears,
Of the love that lasted all these years.
She wrote she carried scars in the deep darkness.
Through alone evenings and far-off stars,
Yet in the dark, a light was born,
Your cry, my love, the break of dawn.
But I realised I let the light in her eyes fade
Once I turned from the little world she made
She wanted to give me love in every crease
But amidst my pain ,I let her magic cease.
Following the crease , I again found my place,
For in every crease ,her story stays ,
Her paper animals dance again
A mother’s love and efforts not gone into vain.