Treasure Island

anju addanki

A Mother's Heart.

Mother's heart is always so PURE,
That always makes you CURE.
Mother's heart always WORRIES,
When she hears kids QUERIES.
Mother's heart is always with COMFORT,
When kids are in TROUBLE.
Mother's heart is always STRONG,
When we try to mend our WRONGS.
Mother's heart is always at TASK,
When we always ASK.
Mother's heart is always at CALL,
When we always FALL.
Mother's heart is always RIGHT,
When we take things LIGHT.

And if I had a choice of Mother's -
You would be the on I'd select.

Submitted: Monday, July 06, 2009
Edited: Thursday, June 23, 2011

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  • Dr.tony Brahmin (5/3/2010 3:25:00 AM)

    very nice! for those who have lost their mothers at an early age, your poem moves.
    i was moved. thank u vry much. invite u to read my poems too and comment. thank u (Report) Reply

  • Kannan G (4/3/2010 1:36:00 AM)

    A beautiful tribute to universal motherhood! Excellent.
    Read mine......... “My Mother and This World” (Report) Reply

  • Mehta Hasmukh Amathalal (9/28/2009 6:18:00 AM)

    When we always ASK.
    Mother's heart is always at CALL,
    When we always FALL.
    Mother's heart is always RIGHT,
    When we take things is always mother so universal figure to help us in critical and all the times.. we are incompelte without her and saddens us evenfor slight disapparence of her for litle time...lovely and praise worthy poem......10

    raad mine mother series....o, mother, , , momi miss i cry eventoday..mother and i wept.. mom where are you? (Report) Reply

  • Ravi A (9/25/2009 8:09:00 AM)

    A very nice write with a rhyming towards the end of every line. The repetitive quality of 'Mother's heart' does take away the charm of the poem. You may use pronouns instead. Also the ending word of every line need not be capitalised like this. Leave everything to its naturality and the reader would definitely pick up the essence of the poem. You may read my two or three poems writeen on motherhood rather than on mothers - 'The deepness of motherhood', 'Tht annals of life', 'Mother- a caring wind'. To praise our mothers can be one thing but to look at motherhood in its toto has its own deepest emotive levels. This is my personal view. (Report) Reply

  • Rup Pokharel (9/15/2009 1:32:00 PM)

    Hi Anju
    Very beautiful piece of art of your i got to read.
    Forsure you have seen the real part of Mother's caring heart.
    I liked your piece.10+++ if you can spare time you can see once my
    DYING MA and WOMAN (Report) Reply

  • Atyam Sruti (7/14/2009 5:22:00 AM)

    its a great and lovely poem......very touchy........u made our mother proud with this poem of urs...... (Report) Reply

  • rago rago (7/6/2009 5:24:00 AM)

    light beautiful tenderly written poem............exactly reflects mother`s heart...... (Report) Reply

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