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To My Mother With Love

Updated on August 25, 2014

A Lady with a Halo have I never seen before,

Having the qualities of a fairy in your heart's core.

Words coming out of your ruddy lips,

Are to me more soothing than the patter of rain drops.

You cajole me to sleep,

At moments of frustration deep.

Your sing song voice touches my sense of audition,

Lulling my spirits and removing the depression.

From the simple words to the complex ones,

You have been my teacher who is placidly pacific.

You teach with infinite grace,

Before whose wisdom, I am utterly helpless.

Having respect for all religions,

You worship Goddess Kali with flowers myriad.

While sitting on the floor and observing you,

I find the veritable Goddess dwelling in you.

For me you have spun a life of rainbow colors,

And my tears dry up on seeing your ever jovial countenance.

Bless me mother to the brimful,

So that I can have a happy journey here on Earth.


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      Preetam Mukherjee 3 years ago from Barrackpore

      “Art is the child of nature in whom we trace the features of the mothers face.” - You justify this statement.

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      Soumik 3 years ago

      Will remain alive in your verses forever