Thursday, October 04, 2012

Mother

Everything comes under one word;
without her there’s no sphere.
Bears forever under eternal shower;
love, even in bitter cold weather.

The owner of ever so soft cushion;
her bosoms feels the comfort at home.
Ever chanting word at pain and trouble;
she’s a magic wizard to disappear the fear.

The founder of fond and affection;
who’s foremost lover of any living species.
The only familiar face of unknown;
holding breath for fetus to inhale in womb.

An instinct intend to love and care;
where no one can stand against her wisdom.
A genuine by birth to behold infants;
a mystery only she can understand.


PS - Image Courtesy: Google

15 comments:

TexWisGirl said...

i feel for those who did not have this type of nurturing mother.

ashok said...

sweet post

ladyfi said...

So beautiful and tender!

Betsy Adams said...

Beautiful poem... I kept thinking of the kids which taught in school years ago. Those which nurturing parents excelled --but many of those whose parents were not good parents, really struggled...

I was a nurturing Mama --and still am... Even though my sons are adults, I love them all with all of my body and soul and heart...

Hugs,
Betsy

Linda said...

Tender and sweet post.

Bob Bushell said...

Love the picture and the poem.

Rajesh said...

very sweet mom.

Devilish Angel said...

Well written about mother...

eden said...

Nice post.

George said...

Thanks for sharing this beautiful tribute to Mothers.

Meoww said...

I really do think that this is so apt and wonderful. Moms are so nurturing, caring and so selfless!

Destination Infinity said...

People should remember this during their mother's old age and give back at least some care that they received from her all their life.

Destination Infinity

Ash said...

Beautiful poem, makes me smile as I recently spent six lovely weeks with my mum in India!

Eden said...

Have a great weekend, Jeevan!

Kalyan said...

lovely words...nicely crafted lines!