What Is It Called Mother? - Poem by rajagopal haran
Mother I understand the term;
Hear people calling and
Many women getting called!
Pleasant it is every time!
As if honey with flavor is poured into ears
I do not have a mother to call!
Women say it is an important role
In every human life of womanhood!
Where are you my mother?
Your son is ready to call you,
Thousand times a day non-stop!
Have you retired? Or
God wants mother for him/her?
Tell me please because I have never talked to you also!
Being a male I can only feel!
The absence of mother
Never I can realize
What a mother is?
Compelled by the thirst
To have a mother
I seek everywhere!
At last my mother has showed up
Not in one form
But in all the forms of women on this earth!
For it is only one house for the owner
But many for the other on rental
Thank you mom for culminating in plurality
Bless and speak to me through all!
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