Her eyes are blank,
Clothes torn, ragged & patched
Beauty has taken renunciation long past;
She has no rank,
wizened and shrunken face-
Tells no story of glamor.
But she laughs
She smiles
She is a MOTHER! !
A beautiful tributes to all mother of the creation. On mother, i too have posted few poems in bengali and in english. will you please comment on those poems. Regards.
So truly said of mother in a short but profound way.........Neela.....I am touched and you are truly talented................
A poet touches deep and laconic to tell our Amma...the Gods-es of Earth Her eyes are blank, Clothes torn, ragged & patched Beauty has taken renunciation long past; She has no rank, wizened and shrunken face- Tells no story of glamor. But she laughs She smiles She is a MOTHER! ! I love this poet for own vision
a mothers worry is never done she will love you till the setting sun? physical appearance can deceive but beauty never dies inside!
(She is a MOTHER! ! .) **And that’s the bottom line. A significantly fine poem. Thank you.
nice poem; every mother's face does have a story of glamor, if you look closely through the eyes of her child.
Oh! What mothers go through and still retain their soft natures. A lovely piece keep it up.
Your 'MOTHER' is a beautiful poem. Thanks for this beautiful piece. It glorifies all mothers, like my own, who: 'Tells no story of glamor. But she laughs She smiles She is a MOTHER! ! ' I also liked Valsa George's comment.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Being a mother itself is her rank and worth.....A cute little poem wrapped in grace! !