Ode to Both My Mothers

A devoted work to my beloved mother and my teacher to whom I considered no less than a mother.

My mind muddl'd among various things, 

But ne'er had I sunk into oblivion. 

Thy puissant presence stand firm among beings 

Thou art this passing world's champion. 

What laud shall I offer to thee, 

For thy toils, worries, and emotions? 

And lo! the haggard visage of my goddess, 

I wonder, if any creature on land or sea, 

Can ever and ever grok my notions? 

I aver that thy love is eternally ageless.

 

Thy shadow o'er me is the apricity, 

Thine affection flows like a deluge, 

No writ can ever define the affinity, 

Of our relation tough and huge. 

How in heaven's name do I forget, 

Thy soft reprimands for my sake, 

Eftsoons why thee regret in thy sombre core, 

Even thy essence rises from the sweat, 

Corrected me on my every mistake, 

For which I bow before thee and adore.

'Tis thy glory of which everyone sings,

The melodious lyrics of song flows,

What immense joy the song brings,

Soothe my heart during my woes.

O, winsome lady! thy place so high,

Thy position surpass the heights of welkin,

Men of ground venerate thee on bent knees,

Bairns of ground find no other to rely,

Filled with, therefore, thy praise herein,

And smeared over land by each cardinal breeze.

Thou hast drilled a niche in my heart,

To make a space for thee to dwell,

Live in this abode, but ne'er depart,

Ne'er ever I can bid thee farewell.

Adieu! Adieu! I should verily stop there,

Tomes are least before thy eulogies,

As no creature is equipollent to mother,

Not in truth or in sweven, can anyone bear,

The seclusion from thee. All ideologies

says 'Here is the mother, whenas come another?'

Author's Note

Please correct my grammar here as it is my first writing in an archaic style.

Reviews

[Lara Crimson]

"Thou hast drilled a niche in my heart,
To make a space for thee to dwell,
Live in this abode, but ne'er depart,
Ne'er ever I can bid thee farewell."

As you stated, MOM is really WOW. I too remember how my mother scolds gently to me for my mistakes. It draws a sketch of my mother before me.
Now, about your work, The concept of ode i very successful here. You wrote it in the most usual style with a rhyming scheme ABABCDECDE. The archaism leaves a charming effects over the poem. Thank you for sharing such a marvellous work. Keep writing.

[Raj Sahu]

I'm glad with your review. Thanks a lot.

[Akki]

I really liked it. Keep writing...

[Raj Sahu]

Thank you.

[Nipplegrinder]

I love this. Stylistically reministic of OldAge poetry.

[Raj Sahu]

Thank you vary much.

[Maxwell Ryder]

Mother Mother Mother, then father. She walks on water.

[Raj Sahu]

Thank you.

[Harley Quinn]

Great poem. :) :) :) Keep it up!

[Raj Sahu]

Thank you.

[Jackie]

was the old english intended in this. cause i sorta wonder if needed to mention mispelled words..? other wise quite a fascinating read..:-)

[Raj Sahu]

Thank you very much.

[The Iron Horseman]

Well crafted, my friend, but rather than correct the grammar I would advise you to abandon the use of this archaic style. I'm afraid it just comes across as pompous and pretentious! And i know you are neither of those things, so it is a mismatch. Sorry!

[Raj Sahu]

I respect your opinion, my dear friend. Thank you so much for your advice.

[The Iron Horseman]

You are welcome. I am glad that you are not offended; the advice is well-intentioned!

[Stephanie M]

I like your style of writing. Every line is so melodic. Good job!

[Raj Sahu]

Thank you!

[Coyote Poetry]

A wonderful poem shared my friend. I liked every word. Thank you Raj for sharing the outstanding poetry.
Coyote

[Raj Sahu]

Thank you very much.

[Coyote Poetry]

You are welcome my friend.

[AllauraRose]

This is really good! I don't think I could be able to write in that style, but I applaud you for doing so! Amazing poem, your mothers sound wonderful!

[Raj Sahu]

Yes, indeed they are wonderful. Thank you from the core of my heart.

[‘Thoughts In Time..]

Just wonderful a mother is a wonder on her own unique lives no caring enduring - well I hope all or most are - where would we be without them God knew what he was doing when he created a mother- wonderful words of appreciation- 🌹

[Raj Sahu]

Thanks a lot.