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 artefact 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 as I achieve something special and smile,

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

[Zahra]

A beautiful and touching write Zia, well penned.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you a lot. :)

[Jen]

Yeah, Impossible is the answer!
Excellent rhyming lines with ABBA scheme. I smell the experience here...
And Thank You.

[Md. Ziaul Haque]

Thank you so much. :)