Thoughts On Mother's Day Poem by Aniruddha Pathak

Mother—tense and oft passive,
Never needs an adjective,
But little can grammar give
Them that give, never receive.
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Never was I, still afraid
Of what she'd have to me said—
The pain always painted red.
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Many things she ever said
Little sense to me then made,
But in life's setting decade
In deep waters when I wade,
Ah each word was precious jade.
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Ma, isn't it a complete word?
One of kind, common all world,
Few have it ever unfurled.
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How strange, I'm left to wonder:
Ere, my eyes would have shed tears
When her I did remember,
Now as well when so ever
Mother I do remember,
Heart joins in, sheds copious tears.
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Musings | 03.05.15 |