From A Son To His Divine Mother(Saroda) Poem by Subrata Ray

From A Son To His Divine Mother(Saroda)

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From A Son To His Divine Mother(-Saroda.)
I wish to be a mad,
A mother-loran lad,
With one stay in life,
I have my mother,
In dark and gloomy strife.

No wealth I trace,
Save mother's grace,
And turmoil and death I invite,
Only I cherish a live-mother-sight.

I have my mother,
I need not bother,
For the things that come and go,
In all mother is there I know.

Her grace is unasked and supernatural,
No treasure to her is parallel,
She labors this universe by Her will,
I am her child, and in Her deal.

Thursday, October 23, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Mantu Mahakul 24 October 2014

I have my mother I need not bother. Wonderful realization on affection of mother and son. Mother's lap is the safety place and her touch is the greatest boon. In her deal all children get pleasure. Excellent poem. Awarded @ 10.

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Kewayne Wadley 23 October 2014

Simply Beautiful! Very enjoyable read. Thanks for sharing

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Subrata Ray

Subrata Ray

Formerly East Pahistan
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