Umbrella Of My Mother Poem by Akhtar Jawad

Umbrella Of My Mother

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I know this old and torn umbrella
Can save one neither
From lightning
Nor thunder.

Still when it rains in June
I pick it up from the safest place
No dust I find on it
I kiss its glace and feel its grace.

I come out with this black sky
Under a blue and violent sky
Hiding its face behind the clouds
I don't know what for the sky is shy!

Perhaps it feels guilty
For lifting my mother from the earth
After a long and painful ailing
And avenges her umbrella by increasing its worth!

Fearless I come to the lonely beach
I do not hear the thunders frightening
The wind deflects stormy showers
Course is changed of the lightning.

And I come to the beach where she came
During rains before she fell on an ailing bed
Nothing happens to me but my hot white tears
Become too cold and turn red!

Umbrella Of My Mother
Sunday, March 25, 2018
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Khalida Bano Ali 25 March 2018

A great symbolic poem, well wrote Akhtar Jawad.

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Kumarmani Mahakul 01 April 2018

This old and torn umbrella is still special as this shines and protects from rain and thunder. This is special because this of mother. This has kept love and affection. Bearing this in fearless mood a son or daughter walks the beach of life to sail boat in sea of hope. This poem is excellent in association with affectionate emotion of mother. Revisiting this is nice.

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Loke Kok Yee 30 March 2018

Your moving poem made me felt a little guilty and also served as a very timely reminder. The Chinese are celebrating their all souls day next week, (Cheng Beng) an opportunity for me to pay my respects to all my ancestors; especially my mum and dad. Thank you sir.

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Valsa George 27 March 2018

Every memory and each thing connected to a mother is dear to us! Your mother's umbrella shielded you in inclement and hot weather, just as your mother protected you from all storms of life. Now after she has left the world, her memories bring tears to your eyes! A tearful salute to your dear mother!

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Kumarmani Mahakul 27 March 2018

A beautiful metaphorical poem relating to mother's love has been astutely depicted. Though the torn and old umbrella can save neither from lightning nor thunder yet we use it rain of june. So also mother's love protect us from many barriers. A beautiful poem shared amazingly.

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Rose Marie Juan-austin 26 March 2018

A beautiful poem that echoes an everlasting love of a mother. A mother no matter where she is, even after death, her love will always there protecting us from the harshness of life. A great piece for a.mother.10

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