My Illiterate Mother Poem by Runa Pradhan

My Illiterate Mother

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My 'BOU'; my illiterate mother
Who is hitherto a fuel of my life ever
At where I feel illiterate myself at her illiterate literacy
And at where I go down at her uneducated efficacy

My illiterate mother never a day smothers
On any discourse of me with her
But sometimes she becomes sceptical
To my consent if it feels mystical to her

She can catch my words but I can't
Get her what she starts and ends
But ultimately I guess her what she
Gushes out at me in the sense

I pray at God that she would a bright star ever
Like Sun In world of my life and me too to her

My Illiterate Mother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
David Wood 20 January 2022

Your mother is a bright star, she raised and protected you and kept you safe. Teach her with children's books. I ysed to teach numeracy to young adults who didn't listen when in school. You'll find it rewarding.

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Runa Pradhan 29 June 2022

Thank you sir

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Runa Pradhan

Runa Pradhan

Burupada,761005, Odisha, India
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