When the sun is concealed and running
clouds are found panted,
I take refuge in my mother; my cozy blanket.
After facing the ruthless world, she embraces
me with her dulcet lullaby and soft stroke,
like we are in a movie romantic,
So warm is my mom, my living
cozy blanket.
When outside it glooms and grief seems
gigantic,
I run in the arms of my solace,
my cozy blanket
Even when I return; repel or enchanted,
My eternal home is my birthgiver,
my cozy blanket
For cold extrinsic, she shields me, dresses me
up with confidence shaped jacket,
My guiding force is my creator; my cozy blanket.
When the stone hearted world leaves me stranded,
I confide in her tenderness, my cozy blanket
She enlightens me, imbibes me with wisdom
and benevolence is held by her, my cozy blanket.
When the orchestra of the world, brings out in me
the melody of ranket,
she is always in the audience applauding the loudest,
my cozy blanket.
- Ananya Sacheti, Bharati College
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