I Could Not Forget Her (Part - I) Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul

I Could Not Forget Her (Part - I)

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I was a child before sure sixty one years ago,
Mother's lap was pleasure I couldn't forgo.
She was dandling me, was feeding me often,
I remembered her now how did she soften.

I was bare she was making me dapper,
When I was reading she supplied me paper.
With care she was sending me to School,
I was walking with school-bag, Tiffin can full.

She was singing spiritual songs in sweet voice,
Songs of prayer to God were my choice.
She was going to temple and worshiped God,
God is supreme soul, ever till now I do nod.

She was training me to go in right path,
Timely I was doing my works and taking bath.
She was giving me advice to have value in life,
I would have simplicity, honesty and nonviolence-rife.

She was looking after me when I was ill,
I was coming round soon for Doctor's will.
Her care was marvellous towards whole of day
To keep patience all time ever she again did say.

One day in sudden did not know what happened,
In my early teenage I lost her forever I saddened
She was no more but at all I couldn't forget her,
Her blessing through God, I achieved sure no fur.

Sunday, November 9, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: Life
POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
Here Poet describes about his childhood and his mother. About sixty one years ago the poet was a new born child. He was sitting on his mother's lap. His mother was dandling him and was feeding him. Poet now remembered her kindness, love and sympathy. When poet was bare she made him dressed. She sent him to school with great care with school-bags and Tiffin can. Poet's mother was singing spiritual songs among which the prayer songs to God were favourite songs of the poet. Poet says, "God is the Supreme Soul and till now I nod." Mother was training to poet to go in right path and to follow value in life. She was giving him advice to have simplicity, honesty, nonviolence rife. She was looking after him. She was taking to the doctor when he was ill. In doctor's treatment and mother's care poet came round means made cure. Poet says that his mother was no more means she was died. In early teenage he lost his mother and this incidence saddened him. Poet could not forget her. Her blessing on poet was ever as it is today now. This is the theme of the poem in brief. This is written in Deogarh, Odisha, India on this day of 9th November,2014. It is dedicated to the people of the World.
Glossary: -
Soften - make or become soft
Dapper - neat and precise in dress
Look after - to take care
Come round - cure
No more - death
Rife- in common occurrence or widespread
Fur-n- coating of hardness
Sadden- cause to feel sorrow or make unhappy, past tense- saddened
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Marieta Maglas 10 November 2014

Excellent poem...enjoyed reading it..voted 10

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Aftab Alam Khursheed 10 November 2014

That's nice poem- How one can forget sun rise it is always fine and charming and attractive and unforgettable

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Valsa George 11 November 2014

A lovely tribute to a dear mother...! A mother's love, we remember often and cherish for ever in life! Her care and patience are unlimited! From infancy... through all stages of life she is our true guide and harbour! Losing her at a young age is something quite miserable!

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Valsa George 11 November 2014

A lovely tribute to a dear mother...! A mother's love, we remember often and cherish for ever in life! Her care and patience are unlimited! From infancy... through all stages of life she is our true guide and harbour! Losing her at a young age is something quite miserable! Enjoyed!

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Heather Wilkins 15 November 2014

a great tribute to a lovely mother there is no other like her good writing

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Edward Kofi Louis 02 July 2020

Aging! ! I was a child before! ! Muse of mankind on earth; Life's journey. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.

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Mahtab Bangalee 31 October 2018

suddenly I'm shocked in - One day in sudden did not know what happened, In my early teenage I lost her forever I saddened She was no more but at all I couldn't forget her, Her blessing through God, I achieved sure no fur. // excellent teacher, teachings

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Mark Heathcote 22 March 2015

I enjoyed your third stanza a lot thanks for share this lovely poem for your dear mother. Nice one.

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Heather Wilkins 03 December 2014

a lovely tribute to your mother enjoyed the read

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Akhtar Jawad 18 November 2014

Memories of a sweet mother and a tribute, a beautiful poem is it.

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Kumarmani Mahakul

Kumarmani Mahakul

Gandam, Dist-Deogarh, Odisha, INDIA
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