Monday, June 23, 2008

Mother

Through the warmth of her feeling;
The touch so healing;
The voice so appealing-
She gives you life's meaning.

The feelings so pure,
About you she's so sure;
All your sorrows, she cure-
teaches you to be demure!

For nine months she bore,
With pain....she, you tore-
Laughter was on her face, not sore,
You were her's from the deep core.

In your pain,
She was like an umbrella in the rain-
Takin care of your drain-
From physical to your brain.

But ask yourself, oh child!
Have you gone mild-
Drifted away in the wild;
Not to look after, the GODDESS, so blind!

In her pain too, she will smile,
So that it takes a while-
For you to realize her style-
Of shealding you all the while!


Luv 'n' Luk
Arnab Chakraverty

3 comments:

xyls said...

good work...well written!!!write all you can....you never know which one's a masterpiece in the making!!!

aditi said...

very well written....simple n sweet

Bhaskar said...

Beautifully composed poetry!