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Mother’s Day

It is Mother’s Day
a day which I never knew.
In our days all days
revolved round the mother
no special day for her
we were part of her
she taught us all
expected nothing from us in return
we did also never gave anything to her
the days were marked by love
affection was the main feature
while discipline and control got in stealthily
there was perfect equilibrium all through
that being so in a way
there was no time to celebrate Mother’s Day
Mothers were always there
if only we forget them
we should try to remember them
we never forgot their presence
so we never wished her on a particular day,

Tags Day, forget, mother, Poem, remember.

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The Hands Tell A Tale

I cradled you
in my hands full
put you to sleep.

You crossed the road
under my eyes
secure and fast.

You learnt to write
letters in small and big
getting the cue from me.

You grew up
perfect and smart
wanting to reach great heights.

The tale of the hands
told by a mother
past, present and future.

Tags hands, mother, Poem, tale

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The First Cry Of Life

A baby being born

a new life is switched on

there be a cry lasting long

that be the sign of life with a belong.

The cry otherwise not heard

signals a consequence dire in the stead

that be not everything alright

there be an anomaly in sight.

Crying turns out to be a significance

which ordinarily calls for a weakness

that reflecting a sadness and apprehension

being an outcome of strain and tension.

The baby’s first cry spreads joy

the mother looking at the boy

beaming with pride and achievement

that of begetting a child with nourishment.

The baby then sleeps cosily

attended to with great care and easily

as the timely feeds by the mother

proves sufficient appeasing his hunger.

The first cry being really important

as the sound becoming pertinent

representing the evolution of life

also implying the boy’s future strife.

Tags announcement, baby, cry, Life, mother, normal, Poem, Pride., significant.

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Mother’s Song

Singing to her baby
a lullaby they say
she sings not from prescribed verse
makes her own song spontaneously
loads them with her feelings
adds her love to the baby
tells how she brought him into the world
speaks of her pains and aches
how she finally gave birth to the little one
a lovely expression set to no musical tune
accompanied by no beat or rhythm
touches the heart of the listener
putting the babe to a sound sleep
the song, no lullaby, tells a lot
a different song with a distinctive tune

Tags baby, expression, mother, Poem, rhythm., Sleep, tune

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The Bundle Of Joy

The little boy being unruly
screaming with joy
seemingly a loving act
mumbling with discomfort
indicating a sign of uneasiness
going by his shrieks and cries
every action of him be a play
delighting all around with cheer
being a mother of such a boy
always on toes with a vigour
making a move fast with a rigour
beyond any cope up and posing a stress
proves hard and bothersome
at times gets beyond control
she losing her sleep and rest
not careful in her schedules
falling down in exasperation
wishing someone could handle him
if being offered to take up
reluctant to share with others
feeling the little boy mischievous
being her own bundle of joy.

Tags boy, help, Joy, mischievous, mother, Poem, refuse, reluctant, scream.

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Those Who Create.

The brush which paints
knows not its work.
it being a silent spectator
doing that it has to do
rather aiding the one who does.

Being that in truth
that which one helps
or that one which is used
can never stake claim
over the accomplishment.

Not understanding the creativity
the helpers and the facilitator
try to assume the fame with a pride
there by ignoring the creator
who endeavoured to finish it beautiful.

This goes to all the creations
be it in art or architecture
be it in the making of man
the hand of the doer is invisible
those who pt forward gamble not ordinary.

The mother who carries the child
brings him up with love
certainly not owns the child
being appointed to make him into a man
with that her responsibility gets over.

She is akin to a brush , pen
similar to a carrier
never the craftsman or sculptor
who works hard to create
never she could aspire to be so.

Tags brush, create, mother, pen, Poem

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The Spellbound Eloquence

The coy little girl nodded her head

smiling shy but with a glow

with sparkling eyes she stood there

looking graceful and pretty.

Feeling shy is natural to girls

as they feel insecure among strangers

turning to their mothers now and then

expressing in terms with drawn.

The little girl talked in tone soft

words came flowing like a song

making gestures lovely and smart

holding the attention of the beholder.

A girl so small and shy

spoke with such determination

her oration being laid with ideals

while her eloquence was amazing.

As she went through her speech

supported by quotations and statistics

the spectators listened to her in rapt attention

being there a pin drop silence.

She received a standing ovation

that lasted for a longer duration

her mother beaming with pride

as the little one came running to her.

Circumstances make the man

goes the adage with a veracity

that being proved in the girl’s attempt

a shy petite girl emerged as an eloquent orator.

Tags circumstance, coy., mother, petit, Poem, Speech, withdrawn

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The Girl Hiding Behind The Mother

Post author By meenas17
Post date March 1, 2014
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Hiding behind her mother

the little girl peeped out

while coming out now and then

winked at me for sure.

Her mother was talking to me serious

I could not cope with her sobriety

my eyes were on the little one

longing to have a glimpse now and then.

As she winked in the intervals

I winked back wiith a grin

she giggled and hid behind

the scene went on for long.

The mother not knowing what was happening

went along with her narration

hoping that i would listen

did not stop in between.

With my attention on the girl

heard nothing of her mother’s tale

when the mother completed her story

I was nowhere in the midst.

The mother asked me few questions

trusting I would give an answer

I, knowing not what was told

blinked and mumbled something.

The mother got offended

walked away dragging the little one

the girl turned and gave another wink

winking back I sat satisfied.

Tags giggle, girl, grin, Love, mother, narrate, Poem, smile, tale, wink

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The Motherly Instinct.

The mother in all of us

the kindness found in us

the great quality of all of us

where compassion gets the strong

that be of mercy in a belong.

The facets are too many in the sphere

that being romantic, filial and erotic too

the most illustrious being the motherly

that finds itself in a glow and a gleam

with expressions of tenderness and care.

The eyes that reflect the profundity

emit the spark of impassionate love

the very look renders an embrace

registering a soul lifting exaltation

that is unfathomable and immeasurable.

Tags Love, mother, Poem, soul

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The Baby In The Cradle.

The baby was sleeping
fast asleep on the cradle
she being all alone
the mother being in office
not away but at home
she slept still for a time
having woken up
she crooned softly
smiled to herself
played with her legs
getting amused at everything
that came around her
so speaking she was happy.
that being for long
she felt hungry
finding none were around
she cried slowly
then with all her might
as none could hear her
she sobbed and sobbed
went back to sleep once more