Mother

How sweet the word mother is!

How full of beauty reminding the “Mother” of Maxim Gorky,

You have made me indebted with the opportunity,

To myself in the light cleanse.

 

You are my pride,

My soul is not mine but yours,

Since it is the artifact of which you are the source,

Can you ever conceal affection? No, you cannot hide.

 

I do not exactly know,

How to make you feel happy,

Is there really any possibility,

To compensate for the agonies undergone by you?

    

Impossible is the answer,

Please forgive me for making you weep once in a while,

I can never forget the moment while I achieve something special,

You shed tears in ecstasy, your precious teardrops truly inspire.

 

I miss you mother believe me,

I know that I have not been a child perfect,

But that I love you so much is known to you, you cannot reject,

Mother! I will try to make myself what you want me to be.

Reviews

[Surya pradha]

nice emotional poem. enjoyed it.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much.

[Somenath Nag]

What I like the most about your work is your being true to the emotions.... It never sounds artificial .... Simple yet so profound.... and the choice of words, I just loved your style brother.....Keep it up....

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much for your time and reading it. I appreciate your comment.

[Mary Bosworth]

A work of sheer bliss to sway the senses, to embrace the imaginative spirit, and to inspire sensations in such a way that appeals to many facets of emotion and wonder

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much for your time in reading and commenting. I appreciate your comment. :)

[Tangie]

this is beautiful...

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much for the comment. I am really glad you liked it. :)