Mothers, Not For A Day Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

It sure makes me feel good their card to read,
Hand-made for Mother's Day to say its say,
Yet, nor cards nor gifts go far as can deed,
What use gestures jostling just for a day?
I'm dying bright sparks in young eyes to see,
And wonder if that can soothe my old age,
Rejuvenate dying spirit in me,
So, try fill up my lonely life's blank page.

Yet, the day comes hailing Moms once a year,
Not crown, I need company all year round,
Someone to see both sad and happy tear,
Someone to soothe my solitude's worst wound;
Yea, no Ma pounds these points hammer and tong
O to be queen mother all the year long.
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A thought on Mother's Day
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Sonnets | 01.05.10 |