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
Childhood memories, a mother’s warmth and security all portrayed in rhyme.
A brilliant and touching tribute to all mothers of the world.
thanks a lot Lalit
Thanks a lot aquarius
such a divine and beautiful poem, Santosh di!
love,
Lopa.
Thanks Lopa Banerjee
An admirable write!
Thanks Gopal Lahiri ji
Visceral, nostalgic and very warm, like to be in the lap of the mother and childhood memories.
Thanks so much Sameer
Very touching, Di!
Speechless. Remind me of my mother.
Regards