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Onku .ghosh.


Motherhood


No one to rear
No one to reprimand
No one there -
My attention to demand.

No one to hold
No one to cherish
No one to pamper
No one to console.

Not a thing to do
Nothing to look forward to
Just ambling along -
Carrying the burden of life.

Life has become a void -
A journey through loneliness
Bereft of the gleeful laughter
Of my little girl

The girl has learnt to fly
And has flown the nest
Flown to a haven
She calls her own.

Her tears -
She has learned to wipe
In her joy -
I have scant space.

She has a life ahead
I cling to memories.
The future beckons her
The past is my solace.

Motherhood has been -
A roller- coaster ride
Had its pitfalls
The icing on the cake too.
Could I have savoured
Those special moments
By wishing away the pain?

Submitted: Sunday, September 01, 2013
Edited: Monday, September 02, 2013

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  • Ramesh Rai (10/6/2013 5:47:00 AM)

    a beautiful write. i dont think there is any substitute of mother.
    if it happens he/she is praiseworthy. (Report) Reply

  • Amitava Sur (9/27/2013 11:09:00 AM)

    a nice depiction of the pain and sorrows a mother has to bear silently for no fault of her ........ oh, sorry sorry for containing the child - for feeding the breast - for caring -for blessing -for being a mother.................................. for so many crimes! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Dipy Hermonite (9/24/2013 4:44:00 AM)

    A fabulous write Onku. Have rated it. Could you read and rate my poem. Link is given below

    http: //www.poemhunter.com/contest-vote/your-world-my-lord/
    Regards
    Dipy (Report) Reply

  • Shahzia Batool (9/5/2013 12:52:00 AM)

    Motherhood has been -
    A roller- coaster ride
    Had its pitfalls
    The icing on the cake too.

    amazing lines and universal too! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! ! (Report) Reply

  • Geetha Jayakumar (9/1/2013 8:19:00 AM)

    Motherhood is definitely A roller - coaster ride. Both pitfall and icing on cake too... Enjoying each moment is definitely wonderful..There is nothing like it..Beautiful way you have portrayed. Loved reading it. (Report) Reply

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