Compassion

O Mother !

I don't know the meaning of 'Compassion',
I think and ask my teacher in continuation,
He tells me numerous in succession,
But, unable to convince even one in lesson.

I say, "Let it go, Sir", in desperation,
I'll ask to my mother for explanation,
He laughs with surprise n exclamation,
But, I know, "I am right", in elation.

When the pall of gloom & dark start receding,
And the first gleams of morning Sun peeping,
In that soft bright light, I see your face glowing,
In those hopeless days my all troubles race blowing.

In very plain & simple words that you spell,
The best possible meaning how easily you tell,
Don't know which school you went,
& how many classes did you attend.

-Rish