Poem: Mother, O My Dear Mother
A few years ago, I read a touching quote – quite exceptional. The simplicity and the emotion of this quote just touched my Heart and I was in awe, feeling the Divine Love of Mother. It is simply beyond admiration.
"One day when I came home drenched in the rain;
My brother asked: Why did you not take the umbrella?
My sister advised, Why did you not wait till the rain stopped?
Papa angrily scolded, 'You shall realize after getting cold.'
But my Mom, while drying my hair with the towel said: Stupid Rain! Couldn't it wait till my child came home!
That's mother." (Anonymous)
How adorable, eh! After all, a Mother is a Mother.
When life is like a scorching sun, she comes as a soothing shade. She mollifies our Heart during the trials and tribulations, uplifting our morale that we can overcome any indomitable challenge in life. Her scolding is out of Love. Her lap is the world’s softest pillow where we can rest, forgetting all the worries. She takes off the burden from our shoulders so gracefully that we feel her presence as a haven of tranquility. Whenever we are tired, she touches our forehead and calmly caresses us with love and affection. She embraces us and kisses us when we jump with joy. She sees our victory as hers. She bears our pain as hers. Gosh! A Mother sacrifices so much for our comfort. When we are jovial, her eyes twinkle with merriment and cheer. Mothers on Earth are supernal Souls. We can never repay the debt of a Mother's unconditional endearment throughout our lifetime.
Dear Mumma, words cannot describe how much I love you. I don’t know how elegantly you carry the saree and those never-fading smiling eyes. I can never match your personality. You are just so sublimely unique! I am so proud of you. I am infinitely grateful to you for being a beacon of Light and for always being the wind beneath my wings. I can vividly remember the poem I had written during my childhood in your dedication, perhaps in Grade 4, and I also remember that smile on your face.
“Mumma, O my Sweet Mumma,
You are Great!
You wake me up early
So that I don’t get late.
You cook tasty food
Which brightens up my mood.
In the morning you become a little harsh
Because you want me to work hard;
I promise I’ll work hard from today,
For me, every day is a Mother’s day!”
You have taught me about morals and ethics in the most sophisticated and eloquent way. You have taught me to always keep the Humanity above before anything. You have taught me to always walk on the path of Truth and Honesty. You are a gem; one in a million. Today, I thought of dedicating a poem in your honour – a poem that is expressed from the core of my Heart in simple words to pay my utmost inner Gratitude.
Mother, O My Dear Mother,
Tell me what shall I write to you?
Shall I write about the hands that rocked the cradle?
Or the twinkling eyes that sleeplessly smiled all night long?
Shall I write about the lips that curved for the adorable fairytales?
Or the arms of a Queen that cushioned me
Like a pearl in its shell with a warm embrace?
Shall I write about the selfless Heart that bloomed
Like a red Rose when I uttered ‘Ma’ for the first time?
Or Shall I write about the pious Soul that splendoured miracles
Like the ambrosial candles flickering with devotional prayers?
I pay my innermost Gratitude to you
For bringing me to this magnificent world –
For firmly holding my tiny hands,
And helping me to walk on my own;
Tears of joy flow from my eyes like a placid river…
Your presence transforms the meadows
Into a perennial field of lovely jasmines
And the trees to luscious fruits!
Your gentle kiss on my cheek wipes my tears,
And your enchanting bhajans ease my fears.
O Divine fountain of Love!
You shower me with an Ocean of endearment,
That’s vast and wide –
A peaceful, quiet Haven adorned with bliss,
Away from the storm, rain, and the tide!
You are my first Teacher, my first friend,
Who taught me, nurtured me, dressed me,
Yelled at me, kissed me, and cuddled me tight –
Where would I ever find such sense of security and relief?
Resting my head on your lap pulls me to Heaven,
When you caress my forehead with your tender touch,
Gently putting back a few strands of hair from my temple
And lifting my chin up to ensure that I am in comfort...
Mother, O My Dear Mother,
You are a bounteous blessing to me,
God couldn’t be everywhere, and
Therefore He created thee!
~ Copyright © Surabhi Kaura 2016
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