Naba Kishor Pujari

Mymother - Poem by Naba Kishor Pujari

From the day I sensed my first feeling
I have seen then a heart; never driven by any crumbly thoughts.
A source that controls the darkness of time
A foundation that plinths in all virtues in the earth
A power that can reset all happenings
in her own script.
My mother is universal; beholds all in her lap.

All pebbles of rock; turn with her sublime touch, into temples of good faith,
The entire pain and torture of the world
Gets releaved.
Aligned to none, she raises our spirits to
Leave aside agonies of life.

She teaches me the worth of words;
Lifts up at my every fall down
My mother shows me ways both in light and darkness.

Tips of my mother can help me learn
the language of bond
And the principles of humanity,
She prepares my base, explains the art of flying
Beyond my mere feathers.
When I grudge, she covers her nectar palm
In my pale face.
A mother can really reason the wellness of others
At the cost of her own,
My mother responds to every
Grief of mine and recites happiness.

Life is like water of passing rivers
One may not rewind once its flow
But there are reminiscences which still echo
In minds forever.

Among thousands of appeals I met in my life,
To my mother; neither can I compare,
Nor can I aspire to be so.
Everywhere truth, truth and truth in her queen Dom;
Lie cannot come into her divine spirit.
Many a times, I feel God in her.

Topic(s) of this poem: inspirational

Form: Free Verse

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 8, 2015

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