Mother Poem by Amrit Rathi
Mother
Far down this memory lane of mine,
I see the young face of my mother:
radiant and smiling whenever I smiled;
painful when I cried as a very small child.
She would sit beside me all the while,
and tell me stories, sing many a rhymes,
help me with my homework day and night,
and if I didn’t do it, get angry at times.
Judiciously giving is the basis of love,
yet judiciously withholding can also be love.
If a pat on the back is obvious love,
a reprimand for one’s good is also love.
Holding my hand, she—in all of my moods—
throughout school days and childhood,
like an angel walked with me as my shadow.
How can she ever from my memory just go?
If you feel your love is a sacrifice- it’s shallow,
for love is spontaneous and naturally abounds.
Its pains, its tears are but as much the bliss
as mother's all laughter and smiles sound.
She’s the love that knows really no bounds:
deep like the sea at ninety-the advanced age;
anxious and ready, she is there to shield,
as still she thinks me of a child's age.
I remember my grandmother who was tougher,
and all were scared but not my mother.
She won her heart without a reaction ever,
and kept her cool, earning her favor.
We can win over others with the flowers
in our hearts: tender smiling, giving away joy.
A mother sparkles with the beauty of the flower
but love needs the intense will to employ.
O what a photogenic memory my mother has!
And she loves to be in touch with everyone,
taking her sunshine wherever she goes;
so for her passing the time's not a problem-it's fun!
Self-absorbed and gloomy as we mostly are,
our problems look much bigger than they are.
Merge with the world, its problems as she does:
you’ll learn to live; with joy your life will buzz.
Her lips on my cheek, still I feel like a child,
whispers in my ears, soft fingers on my neck;
and the hugging me in her arms at 61 I miss.
O how to pay your debt? What I can do for your sake?
For all that my mother did how I can forget!
She always extends herself in love for my sake.
If you ask where is really my mother’s abode?
My heart’s the one, and the other is next to God!
Let us mother our spouse: lend her an ear,
give her time, take all the troubles for her
instantly with no expectations, like a mother;
likewise let’s mother our parents and others.
Mother your job, your life, and the human spirit:
you’ll be a change, basking in her glory like this!
This is the message of love, and the one
of a mother you can always carry like a torch.
Life can be far different, glorious and gay,
like a mother, if only love you source.
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Far down the memory lane of mine, I see the young face of my mother, Radiant and smiling whenever I smiled, the good fortune of having such a mother is a great blessing to live in hearts we leave behind is not to die a love like this is comfort blessing during all the days of our life
Beautiful, poet, you not only have painted your mother but you have painted the love in right sense. Here mother is the carrier of such a human glory, human being have got from the nature and have cultivated thoughout the generations. Well-expressed... Lucid and sweet also to have its fragrance. Thank you again, and also wish you to maintain such genorous property of mind. Regards, 10+ pranab
This composition is so beautiful, sincere, honest, and heart-warming. A mother's love is the truest and purest form of love, indeed. So what if we are in our 40s,50s,60s or 70s. Each one of us is still a child for the mother and father. My heart breaks when I see so many mothers and fathers left to fend for themselves all alone while their children and grandchildren are all happily settled abroad in pursuit of their dreams and call them up occasionally and visit them once in a while in a few years for a few weeks. Even then they are so busy socializing, partying and shopping that they barely have time to sit down and say a few comforting words to their parents. Once they leave for the foreign shores, a period of endless wait begins once more for the mother and father...
You penned so many attributes of a mother and love for her child[ren]...a mother's love is infinite. This is truly a beautiful tribute to your dear mother, I felt her love for you as if i were her. Thanks for sharing
Mother, the BIGGEST & Larger than life women in our short life. The ulimate sincere loves just comes from their heart without conditions and onece they gone; emptiness keeps serrounding you and none can replace her. Mother comes in many type but the poet successfully describe the best type of mother with grace and passion. Since my own mother just gone, i really admit, this is the REAL poem about mother. Thanks.
It is a sin to forget the natural love of a Mother they took us from unknown to where we are, sometimes we were heavy but they were not tired on carrying our weight
That was long but meaningful. Mother is love and love is mother. A mother is always a mother, without a mother you're nothing. Lines are smooth flowing, no barriers, in fact I enjoyed the read. Applause to you.
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12/5/2025 1:02:42 AM # 1.0.0
Dear Amrit Thanks for this very warmly and affectionately written ode to your mother. This poem coming from a man of your age, should be really compulsory literature for teenagers, people in their twenties, in their thirties and at any other age. So often we tend to forget our mother, being busy as we are. The things I did not do for her as a grwon up were causing the greatest and most bitter pain upon losing my mother. Luckily good memories were so plenty and she was such a wonderful forgiving lady, that the pain is no longer bitter but has a sweet side. Love between mother and son are one of the most special things in the world. Thanks a lot for sharing Amrit.