Mother Poem by lalitha iyer

When the world was sleeping
she was with pain writhing;

When the world was dancing
she was carrying the weight menancing

from the prison dark
as the life form embarked
from the unseen micro-cells
when one by one visible limbs shaped
into a figure of dentity and entity
her days she counted
weighed down by the precious bomb
miracles breathed life into the womb
mystery and history sprinkled hope
and expression and scope
from a battle of blood and pain
born is the being of Creator's vein

Mother, mummy, mum, mama, Amma
the way the cat adores its new born
the dog, the tiger and the lion
the hapless deer mother
the bird mothers and
beautiful Kangaroo Mum
how many mothers are in the world
their species, their numbers, their modes of caring
as we watch the possessive mother
warding off the world around
her instinct offensive spikes gain ground
she instantly repulses with vehement proud
all around for the safety of the unknown count
Poor motherhood
the raging war
restless urge to spare
her genre
from nothing into something that dares

the Killers urge to finish
and the mother's desperacy to preserve
death and birth coined by the same God
bad and good bedded side by side
the hand that saves
and the hand that shaves
mother -she smells the infant born
licks with love scented with mission inborn
Mother who lit the lamp of eyes
and milked the ignorant greys
and spaced a whole world in her heart
for every kid with special sweetness and art

At the feet of Motherhood
lies the feet of Divinity
Supreme Reality with Innocent tranquility
Seeded the emotions of eternal perpetuity.