
This post carries the very first poem I wrote in my life, “Mother, my Mother”. And the first person to whom I showed it and dedicated it, was my own mother and after reading, she failed to control her emotions that day.
Now today, I take the opportunity on this special occasion to share it with all of you.
Mother, my Mother…
When I was a wandering soul, dear mother,
You offered me the holy gift of birth on this Earth
Those months when I lived in you, dear mother,
You generously shared me your breath and blood.
The day I got introduced to this World, dear mother,
You took me in arms and put me close to your heart
With your first kiss on my tiny forehead, dear mother,
You turned all those curvy fate lines I had into smooth ones
In the garden we sat during the spring season, dear mother,
You showed me how the flower proposes marriage to the butterfly
When the domestic chores demanded your attention, dear mother,
You spent the whole day caring, tickling, laughing and playing with me
While I learnt my first multiplication table at school, dear mother,
You forgot to even comb your hair and pondered about my life, my future
When I lied motionless on the bed with high fever, dear mother,
You skipped your meals and sleep to serve me all along the day and night
Unlike other woman of your age who desire for riches, dear mother,
You always kept your life simple, serene, self-effacing and sacrificing for me
As a stream of blood oozed incessantly out of my first wound, dear mother,
You shed tears ceaselessly while tying the bandage and felt my pain as yours
Now, bless me with the opportunity to worship you, my dear own mother,
I shall collect the purest drops of the morning dew to wash your ever kind feet
As every cell in my body offers prayers and salutations to you, dear mother,
I shall pluck the first bloomed flower of the spring and decorate your holy feet
And finally, If God grants me the biggest wish of my lifetime, dear mother,
I pray that for every birth on this Earth, you are the mother and I am your child
3 comments:
I know you mean each and every word you have written, Sai. Each and every line is beautiful. Your mother is lucky to have you as her son and you are lucky to have her as your mother. God bless both of you.
You are very good at writing poems. Keep writing.
Be happy always, Sai.
Dear Sandhyaji,
Yes, the poem showcases plenty of mother-son emotions but did you notice a pinch of humourous flavour in it?
I deliberately wrote these lines to make the reader get a big smile:
"In the garden we sat during the spring season, dear mother,
You showed me how the flower proposes marriage to the butterfly"
Well Sandhyaji, every time I write a post, you visit this blog, read whatever I write and irrespective of what the topic is - you are always kind and generous to gift me your ever cheering comments.
I will definitely write poems all through my life and will share them with each and everyone around me. Thanks a million for such a wonderful compliment you have bestowed upon me. I feel it is an honor to get it from a respectable friend like you.
You even blessed me to "Be happy always", I shall cherish all your blessings and will be greatly indebted to you for giving them.
I express my sincere gratitude to you for your continual support and encouragement. May God bless you and your family with loads of luck and tons of health, happiness and prosperity.
Thanking you again,
Cheers,
Charan.
Please don't use the word 'thanks' to me, Sai. You write beautifully and we enjoy and comment. I feel a bit awkward reading so many thanks.
Yes, I noticed the sense of humour too. Keep writing and make us happy!
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