Ode To The Mother's Lap Poem by Sajad Meer

Ode To The Mother's Lap

Rating: 5.0


When i flit by the city,
Ennui; my motherland, the lee.
Through the faces of the boredom,
The serrates of hades in sum.
How unending, the numerous, the wishes,
The fancies turn to be the glassy beams,
Circulated into the single dishes,
Revival of the kiddish names.
As i heard her in the laps,
Many quilts wound luna in piece,
Let me to the lap of her paradise,
And breeze onto her bough, the naps.
O Mother, O Mother.....thine love,
The heart could haven't been spent,
Thy brushes her lashes now,
Onto the ashes of the hell bent.
The town revisited me, else i was gone,
Now when the white embers are sown,
let you paint the earth,
On the ashes of my birth.
Oft i long for the bucket,
Of honey, would pour into me,
Fill the cold and raw with gee,
Could beat the best nugget.

© Sajad Meer,2013

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
I missed my mother as i was away from home. I missed the mother's lap and the bucket of water which she used to pour over me when i was very small. Then i wrote this piece.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Shraddha The Poetess 27 February 2014

really an emotional poem as well as nice one...........the best place in this universe is a mother's lap for a child.. in absence of her everything seems low and colourless..........10 on 10 for this creation... i also invite to read my poems on maa..liketujhe bulaya..

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Shahzia Batool 17 May 2013

Many many odes can be composed and addressed to mother's lap but still wont be able to encompass the affection there! ! ! yours is a beautiful effort! ! !

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Sajad Meer

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Yaripora, Jammu and Kashmir (IOK)
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