Ah, Mother! Poem by indira babbellapati
Ah, Mother!
In her hidden furrows
She cultivates copious
Crop of pain
A harvest of rainbows
She shares with the world;
Her offspring danced to
The symphony of colours
Untouched pain manifested
In sparkling smiles...
A marked poem on the credit of an excellent poet! the images of harvest and cultivation can best tell the world what a mother does!
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4/25/2024 10:20:16 PM # 1.0.0.1119
simply say the essence of motherhood