We all are guest
On the mother's chest
Why poison you spread
All' ve right to bread
Autumn turns into spring
Dark night into golden ring
Why you fear storm and showers
Cherish bloom and forget faded flowers
Time is not in our hand
We 're albhabets written on sand
We all are guest
On the mother's chest
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Author:
Priya Tomar (
Online) - Published: July 24th, 2025 09:48
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Comments7
Mother nature we are all a guest of hers. Nicely written.
We are a guest and we should show alot more respect and love to Mother Nature, enjoyed the read
Yes, we should love the mother.
Thank you for this lovely comment.
You are very welcome
Beautiful, it comforts me with a thought as wise as the earth itself and its healing herbs. Thank you so much for sharing it. I enjoyed it very much. Best regards.
Thank you so much.
Perhaps the best gift of mother nature is the Mother Figure.
Thanks..
The rhymes work excellently together with the words and their message. My current favourite of yours🕊️🙏🏻
Thank you so much for this lovely comment, much appreciated....
Most welcome and thank you for your lovely comments as well. Their value is inestimable. 🕊️🙏🏻
Priya, this poem delivers. Simple words, but the metaphor/message carries weight. That line about alphabets on sand sticks for me. You’ve named something fragile, but still managed to hold it with care. Grateful you shared this. A fave. 🖤🙏🕯️🐦⬛
Thank you so much
Your lovely comment supports me, much appreciated
You are most welcome.
Your poem beautifully reminds us that life is short and we’re all guests here. It calls for kindness, acceptance, and appreciating the good while letting go of the past. Simple and meaningful.
Thank you so much for reading.
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