[A poem by Mr. Samudrala Harikrishna titled ‘Mother’.]
A mother being bad?!
Never!
Never forever
She’s all Love, always
An eternal Giver
Concerned, Yes she Is
Worrying, Yes she Is
Of her sweet Offspring
Ever for its Comfort
She, an inimitable bestowing Art!
Mother is a Tiara with a holy Ring!
Erring Sons, aplenty with Mirth
A bad Mother, none on the Earth!
What’s left in the House
Untouched by her Kindness?!
Not caressed by Her Genteness
The flame of the Hearth?!
The flower of the Creeper?!
The attire you Wear?!
The steel you are made With?!
Home is where, the Mother Liveth!
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The Motherly Touch, all pervasive!
Where from creeps this submissive?!
The Self-deprecating Bother
The Unseemly- “Was I a bad mother?!”
You are the Protector
The child runs to!
You, the Consoler
It’s father walks to!
You, the Arbiter
The maid looks up to!
You, the Vanguard leader
Thou name is Mother, like no other!
God’s real favourite,
A virtual fountain of Light
Trumpet it on, it’s the Mother,
She and She alone, the loving Mother!
