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


Niswarth hai prem uska...

Sabka khyaal rakhti woh,
Par uske liye sochta na koi,,
Do waqt ka khana ghar ka sara kaam,
Pal bhar na mile usey koi aaram,,
Sarhane rehti woh jab bimar padta koi,
khud kabhi na rukti kisi kaam se kabhi,,
Mamta ka angan sada vo lehrati,
Chot joh lagti daudi vo aati,,
Niswarth hai prem uska,
Sabse pyaara, pyaar hai uska,,
Jahan ka sukoon uski gaud me aaye,
Maa se jada mujko koi na bhaaye,,
Sukh dukh ki saathi "MAA",
Dil mein joh pehla khayal aaye vo "MAA",,
Charano me uske jannat hai,
Mile har janam, janam usise yahi minnatey hai.......

By Monika Lambekar

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


सच्चाई की सूरत

सच्चाई की सूरत है मेरी माँ
ममता की मूरत है मेरी माँ
अल्फाजों की कमी हो जाती है ये बयान करने में
कि कितनी खूबसूरत है मेरी माँ

जब मैं हँसता हूँ तो
उसे जिन्दगी की सारी खुशियाँ मिल जाती हैं
जब मैं रोता हूँ तो
उसकी जिन्दगी कुछ थम सी जाती है

जब उसका सब्र टूटता है
तो खुदा भी उसके सामने बेबस नजर आता है
ना जाने कहाँ से ये हुनर उसे मिला है
कि दुनिया चलाने वाला भी उसके सजदे मे सर झुकाता है ।

By Nitin Kumar


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