Granted

And so you travelled in a light ray and pierced through my core finding your way from a created creator, for you knew you will be a flawless mirror of all of the feminine that I nurtured all my living moments!
You moved with the strength of an ace swimmer through fjords and abysses of waterways that reeked of life giving blood. There was something you had to achieve and fulfill.
My womb, the field of your dreams that I fed as nine moons visited. There you saw yourself blossom a star unique. I shone bright through days and nights of anticipation . You had to gather and sort a part of me you wanted for yourself and look at you now!
Radiant in your challenge having been met! Now twenty nine years .
You have given birth to me and a mother did I become!
Only you could . It was in the plan .
All I ever wanted was a girl. You granted me that.

By Geethanjali Dilip

India

Dear Daughter

Dear Daughter,

I cried when I saw you cry, holding your daughter in your arms,
I know the feeling because I was also smitten by your charms.
The tears of happiness that filled my eyes,
The same moment of joy persists even though time flies.
I smiled when I saw you hugging your daughter close to your heart,
I know the journey of motherhood, which you are about to start.
The moments of mixed feelings that filled my mind,
The same potpourri of emotions dwells in you, which you are about to find.
I laughed when I saw you talking to her in a language of your own,
I know the joy because I have seen you through the stages you have grown.
The same enthusiasm that made every day special for me,
Will fill your life and you will look forward to new things to see.
The feeling of fulfilment in motherhood that brought unending happiness in my life,
Will gradually make you feel complete one day and help you break all the chains,
The little fingers caressing your face and the sparkle in those tiny eyes will help you forget all your pains.
So, take a deep breath, and get ready to enjoy the nuances of motherhood in every way,
Here’s wishing you the first and many more to come, moments of a very Happy Mother’s Day!

-Your loving Mother who will always be by your side.

By Debolina Coomar

India



Epitome of a Womb

Like a Banyan tree that sprouts its thickets ---
My mother bears the heat to bless me the shade.
Like a rill, she flows down the cascade ---
Carrying me inside in a covert for decades.

The lowly dust trampled by feet,
She lets me sleep, run and sit.
The infinite blanket, the sky, a stretch ---
My life circles her beautiful sketch.

Like an oasis in the world of mirage,
She strictly administers all my pages.
My strength like that of the never ending space ---
She nurtures, cares and enhances my pace.

The first drop of hope, the rains of summer,
Whose arrival turns the earth calmer,
As the miraculous discovery of spectrum by Balmer,
My Mother is the breeze of sea, a calmer.

A tremendous success of creation on earth,
For all the species like me under dearth,
Mother is the daffodil that guides a bloom ---
Removing all kinds of sadness and gloom.

She scolds, she hits but she weeps behind
For being so rude, scolds again if I find.
She loves; she cares but never takes credit
Of the heights I reach because of her edit.

Mother, an embodiment of this Nature,
I mark it or not, I would end in "Nature"---
The first of all wonders in the whole Universe,
A part of God's Muse, Mother's the best verse.

My, Mother, like all others, safeguards and smothers.
She is most concerned, than many other Fathers.
I owe you my life, my being, Mother.
For bringing me to light on earth, My Mother!

By Subhajit Sanyal

India


After Many Years...

Olamide Wiped A Tear As
The Nurse Brought The Baby To Her.She Carried Him,wiping Another
Tear.She Was Finally A Mother,her Husband,Jide Walked In,trying To
Bury The Emotions As He Smiled At Her,embracing Her And Their Baby.For
More Than Six Years Of Marriage,they Were Childless.Jide's Mother,had
Been The Typical In This Case Nigerian Mother In Law Because Of
'mide's Childlessness.She Wanted Jide To Marry Another Wife So She
Could See Her Grandchildren Before Death.'Mide Ran Pillar To
Post,nothing,but Now She Was A Proud Momma Of A Bouncing Baby
Boy.Jide's Mother,"mama" As She Was Fondly Called Had No Say Now Just
Like The Neighbours Who Carrie Rumours And Gossips.She Was Now A Proud
Mum And This Was The Beginning Of Another Ride,the Ride Of
Motherhood,and She Was Ready,to Get Behind The Wheel.She Didn't Care
How Long,she Was Ready,to Drive,move Forward,and Enjoy Every Single
Moment In The Ride Called MOTHERHOOD.

By Therealbisi Amori

Nigeria


Divinity of a Mother

It's irrefutable she's divine
No briefing one needs to define
Inherent her nature to give
From the time her baby lives
Her skin rips apart to give life
after gestation of months nine
She's like a delicate feather
to her defenceless child tender
In delicacy lies her strength
Heart and soul brim with love at length
As nectar her pure love flowing
Blood from veins to feed her suckling
At times she's like Hercules
Multitasking bundle of surprise
Twenty four seven on her feet
Noble dame of monumental feats
deprives self to feed her child
her child's well being's cause for her smile
Silently vows to win her strife
No dearth to sacrifice her life
What more proof's needed to illustrate
Mother's more than divine, I'd state

By Sunila Khemchandani

An angel: My mom

When I think of where I came from
Only a word comes to my mind n that is mom
Although I'm grown up yet I often rest in her lap
to get the sweetest and the calmest of naps
She touches my hair with loads of love
And makes the angels smile above
Her love's warmth cures me of my pain
When I'm with her I only gain
Her grey hair reminds me what she lost
in rearing and nurturing her tiny tots
Her wrinkles tell me the tales gone by
listening to them I can only sigh
She prays for me day and night
to make my whole life fulfilling and bright
When I leave the house she bids good bye
she is restless till I'm back, I don't know why?
When I whither in pain she weeps with me
Her eyes tell me, more pain bears she
If someone asks do angels exist?
I say yes, in mothers, they subsist.....

By Fatima Afshan

She

She is a calm sea
Azurine blue
She is a woman

She is the beautiful hill green
Where many birds nestle
She is a woman

She is a pair of oars
Directing her sail
She is a woman

She is a beautiful flower
Spreading fragrance everywhere
She is a woman

She is the sky azurine
Where hopes fly high
She is a woman

She is a hen
Covering her chicks with feathers
She is a woman

She smiles when tears well up
holding the tears between the lids
She is a woman

She suffers in silence
Without a word
She is a woman

She is the universal mother
Busy loving all around
But alas! She forgets to love herself!

By Sarala Balachandran


Unconditional Love

You are the one ,
Who gave me birth;
You are the one who taught me,
To walk on my little feet on this earth;
You are the one,
Who helped me see this world,
"Ma" was the first word,
That I uttered;
You are the One,
Who gave me a name;
Though I am a fool,
You treated me like a gem;
You are the one ,
Who stood beside me like a pillar;
You are an exception,
For love who didn't charge me dollar;
Your love is pious,
Your love is divine;
You are my lord,
You are my shrine;
 I talked to you roughly,
But you always replied in soft tone;
I didn't respect your love,
But your heart never turned into stone;
Born in a country,
Which treats cow as a mother;
But now time has changed,
In Old age she is left to suffer;
Her own son treats,
Her as a burden;
And forgets the pain,
She took to make him good human;
Today once again,
I am deserted and alone;
I want to lie down my head in your lap,
And cry for all wrongs I have done;
Forgive me for my nuisances,
Mom don't leave me alone ever;
 Whatever world may call me,
But I want to be my Mumma's boy forever...

By Happy Kumar
India


My own personal treasure

When I first laid my eyes on you I knew I loved you at first sight
I prayed to the Lord to make everything alright
As I touched my baby boy there were tears in my eyes
I felt like I was in baby paradise

Ten little fingers, ten little toes
I twinkle in your eye, a little button nose
I loved you more than I loved me
I felt the little beat of your heart and I was happy as could be

You were such a blessing, the best gift a woman can ask for
I held you tight as I was on my journey home and walked through the door
The blessing of producing life is so overwhelming and breathtaking
The creation of life in the making

A bundle of Joy From Heaven gives a woman much pleasure
My own personal treasure
How can anyone bring a child into this world
And totally abandon that little boy or girl

Why would any mother deny that child of any of its rights
Throw him or her out into this cruel world and battle so many fights
When it's time for karma to fight you back
It will not be pretty and there will be no slack
Always cherish God's gift of that little girl or boy
There is nothing like an angelic baby girl or boy and its joy!

- Sayan Basak

From bride to mother

Her kumkum was a radiance
to irrigate the ripples of boundary
Her Kaazal embellishes the
deck of is victory
Her accessories accessorizes the
ambiguity of wads
Her bangles and anklets
waiting for real him tonight
Her golden imprint saree
values her rate this night
Will she melt her in his incense
Or will she crack her bangles for his need
Will his vermillion, cupboard her vanity in red
Or she will prism her dreams from weed
Is she a bride or 15year teenage girl
Let you say on behalf!

By Sunayana ( Yana )

Indonesia


That's our Mom

If there is any divine power,
That is in our mom.

If there is any Angel on the earth,
That is our mom.

If there is any God whom we can see and talk,
That is our mom.

If there is any person whom we can rely,
That is our mom.

If there is any love which is purest and true,
That is our mom.

By Kriti Singh

Maa's Favourite Doll

 

Maa says as a daughter I had always been her doll.
A doll that she owns.
She tells me that I was the doll she always wished for, she makes me travel time while narrates me stories of her childhood.
A few years back when I was on the childish trail of collecting Barbie dolls, maa told me she wanted me to meet someone.
Since childhood I loved meeting new people hence I ran up to my cupboard and took out my favorite baby pink frock and ran back to maa saying get me ready I want to look pretty. She kissed my forehead and told me I looked beautiful always and that the frock gets prettier when I wear it.
She dressed me up and tied me two little ponytails applied kajal on the back of my left ear lobe.
Then I didn't know the reason, for now I know it was her love.
Maa held my hand and took me to the store room and asked me to wait while she took a red suitcase out from the big silver almerah
She opened the suitcase to take out a doll
A doll that was unique
It was a doll made of clay
It was beautiful
It too had two ponytails just like me
It made my little heart sprang up in great joy while maa introduced me to titli
She made me notice the frock worn by the doll titli resembled my baby pink frock.
Maa made me sit on her lap while she said how naani maa stitched the frock for the doll and how maa fell in love with her doll she told me how she talked to titli doll for hours and wished she could reply.
She told me the doll was her best friend and that I was her perfect titli doll.
Since that day maa and me are best friends forever while the clay doll made my collection of dolls look complete in every way.

By Snigdha Banerjee

A Mom without a Baby...

“What is Motherhood ?” , if you ask someone; the possible answers you may get are “Feelings of a lady for her child is known as motherhood”, or in social aspect we can say, “ The responsibility towards small kids for their bring up with love and care though they are biologically yours or not it doesn’t matter.” , etc. But does Motherhood really have something to do with kids only…? What if I say that a 10 year old girl is a mother of 34-year-old man. You my say I am crazy but I have seen such a small mother. 
It’s been two years for this incident. I had gone to my Grandma’s house for holidays. I used to go there in every summer. After dinner we used to go out for a walk. That day also we had a tasty dinner together and started a walk towards Lord Ganesha’s Temple which was around 10-15 min. away from her house. Comforting breeze was flowing around and we both were enjoying our talk and walk. She was in the efforts of enriching my personality by telling her life experiences and I was enjoying to listen to them like a story. We reached to the temple, climbed those 15 steps and finally entered in temple premise. It was late at night; so hardly 6 -7 people were there. I noticed a small girl seated at the corner of the temple and was tying hibiscus flowers with a string. She was wearing a green colored frock which was torn from many sides. Her hair was covered with dust and hence was faded in color. She was so small that she could barely understand this highly practical society but still her little hands were doing their job so neatly. 
I pointed at her and said to grandma, “ Poor girl !!!” Grandma smiled for a moment and said, “Don’t judge her by her looks, she is the strongest girl I have ever met. !” I was about to reply but she continued saying, “She doesn’t have shelter. She lives here only in the temple. She sells flowers to make some money for taking care of her child… “; now I broke her sentence and asked…. “What…!! Child!!!!” Grandma smiled and said,” Let me show you, come with me.” We went in a hut at the back of the temple. When I peeped inside the hut I was shocked. I saw a middle aged man, half paralyzed; lying down on a bed. I asked grandma, “who is he?”. Grandma started saying, “This is Suresh. Its been 3 years back, Suresh was a priest of this temple. He was living happily with his wife Meena and daughter Kusum. One day they were returning from their hometown and suddenly they met with an accident. Unfortunately that day Kusum lost her mother and her father got half paralyzed. At that time Kusum was just 10 years old. She did not even know how to handle the situation. Some NGOs and orphanages came to take her with them but she refused to go. She was worried that if she wont be there, who will take care of her father. Because her father was not even able to move from either side. She stood strong in such deadly situation, she left her school and started selling flowers in the temple. From that day onwards she became mother of suresh. She earns for him. She Cooks food for him. She feeds him, she takes all care of him just like a mother does for her child. “
 I was stunned. ”Oh my god what a brave girl she is. In the age when she herself needs a shelter from mother; she is doing all this for her father. May God give her strength in her difficult times!!”, I prayed. That day I realized that motherhood is just about love and affection. It has nothing to do with the age. That day I saw a mom without a baby, in form of Kusum.    

A Story by Utkarsha Nikam
( A real life Story )

A Women's March

  A seed was sown in the womb of the patriarchal Mother earth, aiming for 'HER' first cry, had dreamt a life till eternity, but those eyes of innocence failed to read the gravity in the veracity of situation emerged in the lethargic, narrow-minded society, and those eyes never witnessed their first blink... They were under an impression of weird, vague mentality...And were shut forever...
        The cry once heard was mourn to make her listen to crumple voices of death.
         But who cares ........For HER grave....
    Sssshhhhh! Don't you see, she was sleeping...Let her sleep forever. Who cares, she was forced to sleep forever.
      Miles away from the reality,soon might turn to fact...“ When those oceans will boil in the calmness of moon, when those bright mornings will turn to gloomy nights, when all books shall be read open, when satan will enervate the glory of the Lords,
When that pen will refrain to ink the paper, once those love birds will be each other's malicious counterparts, when those souls of MAN should be  burnt and burried alive.....!” At that moment, she'll rested in peace with an unanswered question torturing her soul..“Why Me?"
         “Before that only tear had dropped down,
          Before my first breath made a sighing sound,
          Before I could cross the labyrinth of that earth,
          Those evils cuts my times of mirth...
          The mud junked in those young nails,
          That pain I suffered, got relentless in scales,
          To be a slave, I had a birth for thee,
          That slaughtered body still screams “Why Me?"
     She never loose hope, she is the creator of every life that evolves, A women, A girl, A spine of this so called “MALE” world, standing tall above the men, it's the WOMEN POWER, THAT NEVER DIES, THAT NEVER CRIES....
       A HAPPY WOMEN'S MARCH!

By Darshan Oza