My mother
always bothers,
Very unlike
others!
She makes
offspring better,
Nothing else on
globe is greater!
She serves
until Her demise,
She is uneducated but
wise!
She is a Full-Moon in
guise,
Yes, unpayable is her
prize!
She is very familiar
with stormy percussions,
Still, rarely bounteous in Her pure affection!
Passive
resistance, is Her unique cream.
Alas! Happiness for Her is a dried up stream!
Me like an
ingrate son
Earth
witnessed never born.
She is a Rose,
myself a thorn
I am the
chaff, she is corn.
Ah! Stars
smile in Her august presence
The Sun
departs in her gloomy absence.
Compassion
looks through Her chaste glance
To have Her indeed
is a Heavenly chance!
Copyright:Shankar
D Mishra 28.05.2018
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Tq.
None compares with the mother! 💟
ReplyDeleteHumble gratitude dear Sir for Yr comment.
DeleteVery nice poem, if possible replace word uneducated because she is not
ReplyDeleteTq Sir for Yr comment. Actually, my mother has not received any formal education from any school. So, I wrote uneducated.
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