The Mother – Deepak Kumar Pattanayak


Holy holier-divinely; 
Things are with her 
As perceived and adorned gracefully 
Lots of love and lots of pity 
Along she is carrying 
Of quintessence motherly 
In her exemplified 
The feminine persona so lovely 
More and more and not less 
I see and God confess 
She is holier than me 
Sent to care your needs 
Alleviate your sufferings 
Brighten your dreams 
Like an Angel in the morning 
Seen among lovely flowers 
Caressing and them preparing 
To see a beautiful day dawning 
And the day passed off peacefully 
Unto noon and evening 
And seen her bidding children 
Good-night with words so soothing 
Oh mother! what you are 
Made of which stuff so rare 
For me and for all 
You weep your tears 
A drop falls on him 
Another on her 
A dozen on them 
A few goes out 
To form an ocean 
Of love for your children 
Unto I would love 
Diving deep to die even 
For not in vain will go 
Your love and affection 
My dear my mother 
You are, I swear 
As good as heaven…… 

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