An Ode to Mothers

No , it was not some magic spell,
That we , who ran pell mell
Throwing tantrums , running wild
Like stallions self styled
Were beguiled by a rebuke mild
When the shades of the evening fell
Into coming back home, to her fold.

When sinister clouds roared and roiled
Like a snake , her hood she uncoiled
Away the clouds scurried
Helter skelter and hurried.
Soothing frayed nerves with one word
Pointing towards the tiny , colourful bird
Her frail figure robustly sheltering us under her wings
Braving life’s arrows and slings
Saving and scrimping for a rainy day
Not caving in to the rumble of clouds grey.

While the sliver of a moon sailed along
She happily prattled a song .
Awe struck by the sun’s grandeur
We lisped goosie goosie gander.
[Could anything be grander?]
To her apron strings tethered
Many a violent storm we weathered.

Sitting by the sick bed , soothing fears
And wiping tears
Though filled with dread
Soft her tread
As she put a cool hand on a hot forehead.

Standing on our tiny toes, we aimed high
To touch the dazzling turquoise of her sky.
Up to us wafted the heart warming breath
Of joyous spring , and our hearts did sing
Drunk with the warmth of her rich sunshine .

FOOTNOTE: On INTERNATIONAL WOMEN’S DAY ,HERE IS AN ODE TO ALL MOTHERS. WHICH WOMAN CAN BE MORE INCREDIBLE THAN A MOTHER?
Posted by Santosh at 02:24

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About Santosh

An educationist with a passion for writing , having published some novels for young adults, some essays and some poems. My poetic biography of Mahatma Gandhi will soon be published .

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