Bhartendu Second

Rookie (5-7-1970 / India)

My Mother - Poem by Bhartendu Second

My Mother
She is restless in her sleep
her fingers are moving

her forehead has the customary strain of field and food
muttering to herself

she is carrying on
with the unfinished tasks

she knows no sleep or rest
she is a perenial 'karamyogi',

the tireless worker on the earth


Comments about My Mother by Bhartendu Second

  • (5/5/2006 1:19:00 PM)


    even mymother is like that, never gets tired of work. (Report) Reply

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  • (12/20/2005 7:37:00 AM)


    True Rajbir, a mothers job is never finished. 10 for thinking of mum! Merry Christmas Tai (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 20, 2005



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