I Could Not Forget Her (Part-Ii) Poem by Kumarmani Mahakul

I Could Not Forget Her (Part-Ii)

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I remembered her back as I was in her lap more,
She unexpectedly crossed the life boat and shore.
From her core of heart, fell pure affection for me
Still I wandered in path playing life I could not see.

Before she left she called, 'come on eat sweet rice, '
Showing moon last night she did feed me thrice.
With pot-herb fry and rice full of palm with salt,
She did feed telling many stories of Indian epic cult.

She called all brothers, sisters, relatives and father,
'I am really very fine for me all at all do not bother.
Life is like this only sometimes blooms, does wither,
Without hesitation and sorrow you all live better.'

She worried for me and my sister thinking younger,
Advised without her time to adjust, become stronger.
No longer was she in strength she was getting a pain,
The rivers and streams were flooded it was heavy rain.

Looked at sky and she said, 'Oh children you do adore,
God who sent you near me will take care in open door.
Whoever may tell what you must tolerate all of them,
Whatever they will give you eat in pleasure of name.'

'Do not fall down from righteousness and true track,
Nowhere victory comes in life due to courage lack.'
She advised many more things at her last time to all,
Reminding God's words of humanity she did soon fall.

The mercury of life went away shining body of mother,
She was no more for time I looked at her face further.
I cried out of agony with still stood in courage to right,
I could not forget her, my beloved mom was soul light.

POET'S NOTES ABOUT THE POEM
‘I was in her lap more during childhood. So I remembered her back. She crossed the life boat and shore unexpectedly. For me pure affection fell from her core of heart. I could not see life at that time still I wandered in path of playing.Before she left, she called and said, 'Come on and eat rice.'She did feed me thrice last night showing moon. With little salt with full of palm rice along with pot-herb fry she did feed me thrice telling many Indian epic stories of this great cult.She called all brothers, sisters, relatives and father near her.She said, 'I am really very fine, and for me you all do not at all bother. Life sometimes blooms and withers. This is like this only.Better you live life without hesitation and sorrow.'Thinking us younger she became worried for me and my sister.She advised us to be stronger without her time means in her absence. No longer was she in strength. She was getting pain.At that time it was heavy rain. At that time, rivers and streams were flooded. She looked at sky and said, 'Oh children you adore God. He, who sent you near me, will take care of yours.All of them you must tolerate whoever may say what.You will eat with pleasure of name whatever they will give you.' She further said, 'From righteous and true track do not fall down at all. Due to lack of courage nowhere victory comes.' To all at her last time she advised many more things.She soon fell down reminding us about God's word to obey.Shining body of mother, mercury of life means soul went way. Further I looked at her face for the time although she was no more.I cried out of agony. Still I stood up to be in right position with courage. My beloved mom was a soul of light. I could not forget her at all.' The poet says his experience of life during his mother's death in this poem. This poem contains such theme. This is written in Deogarh, Odisha, India and dedicated to the people of the world.
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Valsa George 12 November 2014

A mother who asked her children not to cry over her departure and assured them that God would take care of them in her absence and reminding them never to deviate from the path of righteousness! A good poem!

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Ramesh Rai 14 November 2014

Blessings of mother always remain till last breath of life. A nice tribute to mother. Loved your ink. Regards.

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Heather Wilkins 15 November 2014

a great tribute to mother I read # i and this is a lovely finish to a tribute to mother

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Mahtab Bangalee 31 October 2018

Good teachings always recollect the good passed teachers and their name make inscribe in heart as solem inscription of epitaph /// nice series

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Allotey Abossey 18 June 2015

how much more could any one write to remember mum...God bless you

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Akhtar Jawad 18 November 2014

Beautiful Part II, you are amazing my friend!

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Bri Edwards 15 November 2014

a fine followup to part one. the only part i had 'real trouble with' was knowing if you meant cult or culture. i know you said cult, and that may be correct. in the u.s. cult often has a negative connotation and does not mean the same as culture. thanks again for the rhymes and for the story. i wonder if any poets ever write about their fathers. hmm? bri ;)

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Sallam Yassin 15 November 2014

beautiful is your love to mom and your words/ thanks to share

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Kumarmani Mahakul

Kumarmani Mahakul

Gandam, Dist-Deogarh, Odisha, INDIA
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