My mother is, mother is here busy in writing,
Watching her peaceful face tribute I am citing.
Lighting through her knowledge and affection,
Through austerity she has achieved perfection.
Reflection has fallen on her diary of emotion,
Eagerly I am watching still her pen’s motion.
What she is writing is something we feel new,
Her special poems carry dawn’s breeze in dew.
Waking up early at morning, switching on light,
My mum is writing poems, of course I am right.
Meditative mood is seen with unforeseen smile,
She is thinking for while, I am following her style.
Just before few days the Mother’s Day is gone,
But every day is Mother’s Day for us like dawn.
Books and notebooks have gathered on her table,
I am sure my mum is writing new precious fable.
Education she has given, she has given inspiration,
She is mother; I am child, now in time’s operation.
Aspiration I have is based on vision she has given,
Season of affection has brought joy, time is driven.
Copyright © Pintu Mahakul, 22 May 2018. All rights reserved.
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Your work is so identifiable - your style always shines through - great work.
Thank you very much sir for visiting this poem and giving your valuable opinion. May God bring happiness.
A beautiful tribute to a talented and much loved Mother who has no doubt inspired your own gift for writing dear Pintu. Thank you for sharing this inspiring verse with us my friend.
I am thankful to you for your kind visit and gracious feedback madam. May God bring unlimited happiness for you!
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