On Mother’s Day

I behold on her face,
tranquility and serenity,
passion and devotion,
oozing love, bursting breast
for rescue of her baby,
begging door to door.
I behold in her eyes
quantum of tears in her eyes
seven oceans are meagre
to accommodate her eyes.
I behold on her forehead
drop of sympathy is bereaved
from her fate; thus,begging
door to door.
I behold on her face
the face of a mother
brought up with her blood
for nine months; angel is she
to save his life.
I behold on her face
the face of a mother
who can transmit her heart
if felt inescapable; because
SHE IS A MOTHER.

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About ramesh rai

Poetry!! ! The Expression of soul. Poetry ! A perpetual stream of sacred consciousness flowing ever and ever beyond planets and stars and even plenty of universe. writing poetry since teen age. Use to write chiefly in three languages viz English, Bengali and Hindi.Retired from government service still have to cover a long journey. Life may come Life may go but a poet goes on for ever.

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