Dr. Yogesh Sharma
My Mother - Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
I live with a caring woman, gorgeous in her bones,
When I cried, she would doubly moan back then;
Ah, when she enthused, she stirred many tones:
She posses all the beauty, the most dazzling bottle can!
She possesses all the virtues only goddess can leak;
All the creative minds grew up to seek,
To chant in groups, from toe to peak.
She taught me best of life! With love fondled my chin,
She schooled me, go round, and go round, and stand;
She taught me handle, and made harsh air thin;
I hold tightly her tender but strong hand;
Like a bright sickle; always ready to me rake,
Always hounding her from behind for her sweet sake,
But what remarkable clipping of her I, did make.
Loves me like a gander, loving a goose:
When the night winds cry, her lips squeezed, the errant air to seize;
She acted fast, and acted fast to tame and loose;
My heart and eyes, astounded at her stubborn knees;
Her feeble parts could find difficult to keep a pure repose,
Her legs and hips tremble with a trembling pause,
She moved in slowly and slowly but with definite cause.
As seed plants grass, but grass turns into hay:
She is gladly willing victim to my happy tone;
Does not know free will, for her own happy ray,
She always shielded me like a shadow white as stone.
But no body can count her love infinity in days,
These old bones live to guard me from wanton ways:
Deemed her time, as my own time and body sways.
Comments about My Mother by Dr. Yogesh Sharma
Read this poem in other languages
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
Still I Rise
The Road Not Taken
If You Forget Me
Edgar Allan Poe
Stopping By Woods On A Snowy Evening
I Do Not Love You Except Because I Love You