Mother Of Two Poem by jyoti saxena
Mother Of Two
She is a mother of two
She irrigated their life
With her blood, it is true.
She bore mildly the yoke
To them it seemed but a joke.
She gave her legs, her hands
To see them laugh till the end
She walked that extra mile
To buy them a pack of smile
The excruciating pain
Nearly tore her into two
She bore it with a smile
While they ripped her heart
For more gold to mine
Her face would only glow
To see her loved ones grow.
They did finally grow.
They took a flight
With all their might
To see them smoothly glide
Her breast swelled with pride
Higher, higher she saw them fly
Thought it was just a try
Pretended to keep breathing
Kept her soul bleeding
Clutching hard at the only hope
In the dark for life she grope
Alone she stands
Staring at her bare hands
The wonderment grew
Am I--
Or
Was I a mother of two?
Oh di...wata warm and emotional write...full of a divine experience of the mother in you and every other.
I wish my mother was alive today, even sick on bed. So i could kiss her feet every dawn and dusk. All my trophies and medals, all my success in life, seem so worthless without her. A beautiful write, an eye opener Jyoti 10++++
This is very beautiful ode to mother. The first part seemed like my poem HUMANS ARE LIKE THIS. But ended positively...........10
It seems as if in this materialistic world every mother sees the same fate. Mothers are always mothers... only the kids try to out grow her in every respect leaving behind all alone n wondering.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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Very nice composition with nice imagery. 10+