dibyendra
04-26-2008, 05:25 AM
She speaks softly with her soothing voice into my ear,
enlivening my dead desires and pacifying my surreal fears.
There's no gift like a mother to a son;
Mother must be a preordained gift from heavens.
A child crawls for nine months in its mother's womb,
and it shivers me ma, how you resisted the gnawing pain
while giving birth to your delicate offspring.
In your affectionate cuddle, and in your warm lap,
I feel like I had slept for a hundred years,
where I rejoiced, I cried, and I grew up with you,
listening to your lullaby and fairy tales.
I know I was a restless child causing you lots of trouble,
but no one is so much forgiving like a mother.
Thank you ma for feeding me your nurturing sublime potion.
I'm forever indebted to your subtle touch and for your humble affection.
* I would like to thank PrinceMyshkin for providing valuable suggestions.
This is a first draft and I thought to share here in Litnet to hear comments about this poem about mother. Your comment, and constructive criticism will be highly appreciated.
enlivening my dead desires and pacifying my surreal fears.
There's no gift like a mother to a son;
Mother must be a preordained gift from heavens.
A child crawls for nine months in its mother's womb,
and it shivers me ma, how you resisted the gnawing pain
while giving birth to your delicate offspring.
In your affectionate cuddle, and in your warm lap,
I feel like I had slept for a hundred years,
where I rejoiced, I cried, and I grew up with you,
listening to your lullaby and fairy tales.
I know I was a restless child causing you lots of trouble,
but no one is so much forgiving like a mother.
Thank you ma for feeding me your nurturing sublime potion.
I'm forever indebted to your subtle touch and for your humble affection.
* I would like to thank PrinceMyshkin for providing valuable suggestions.
This is a first draft and I thought to share here in Litnet to hear comments about this poem about mother. Your comment, and constructive criticism will be highly appreciated.