I behold on her face,
tranquility and serenity,
passion and devotion,
oozing love, bursting breast
for rescue of her baby,
begging door to door.
I behold in her eyes
quantum of tears in her eyes
seven oceans are meagre
to accommodate her eyes.
I behold on her forehead
drop of sympathy is bereaved
from her fate; thus, begging
door to door.
I behold on her face
the face of a mother
brought up with her blood
for nine months; angel is she
to save his life.
I behold on her face
the face of a mother
who can transmit her heart
if felt inescapable; because
SHE IS A MOTHER.
This was powerful- you brought dignity and loveliness to a Mother we don't think of very often if at all. She is the Mother who is poor, perhaps all alone in the world except for the baby she carries close to her breast and in her face is all the qualities we admire in a mother- -love, self-sacrifice, patience, and determination. Yes, she will beg for the sake of her baby, door to door she will go to receive enough food to make the milk to give her precious one. Thank you, Ramesh, for reminding us that not all mothers received flowers or a dinner at a fancy restaurant today. Beautifully conceived and written.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
You are a sensitive person, and it is a good thing....thats why i can feel the words so deeply and touch me so good..Mother is someone special given to us in our own life...The love is always unconditional and pure...no matter where, when and who she is and from..mother is symbol of love. loved it :)