Poetry
Mother
HARDARSHAN SINGH VALIA
She would move the mountain
So that the wind could blow into the valley.
She would hold the sun in her hand
So that fear of darkness could be stalled.
She would freeze the swollen river
So that celebration of life could continue downstream.
She would tame the thunder
So that hymns from eternity could be heard in silence.
One morning she left quietly
Leaving the power of magic for everyone to use it.
International Women's Day
March 8, 2015