The grace of her face,
the content smile,
and the skirt at the head,
all are stating in the court of God,
"My son has always been nice to me.
Have I done anything ever that was liked by you,
will you please like to pay me,
may be a high,
very high price!
I want nothing for me
but give all that he thinks to ask from you,
but my shy son never asked,
I know you listen to the prayers of a silent heart,
my son speaks very little,
he has a lot inside but all is masked! "
Beautiful representation of another beautiful poem! ….The grace of her face/the content smile/and the skirt at the head/all are stating in the court of God..lovely expression! Loved reading it...10
and this is what we call cyclic all changes hands face and smile once who led you to school now stands cool awaiting your arrival the one who buttered your toasts for you now waits a soft slice of bread from you the one who kissed you daily to school now waits for a kiss will you give she thinks
.....she thinks a tear flows down her cheek she knows smells now her repose the son has also gone through change his consort is all for whom he remains my son come once again at least today 'tis Mother's rightful day come and in my arms do play if you may
Wonderful poem that gives emphasis to an equally wonderful poem. Your mothers must be very proud of you. A great piece.10
Being inspired by Akhtar Jawad's limerick, I promised five days ago that I too would like to try my hand writing one. Happy to say, I've posted my first limerick today, titled: Limerick-1: Railway Minister's Freak.
I want nothing for me but give all that he thinks to ask from you, - Maternal love is unconditional... A very impressive poem about a great mother.
Poet Akhtar Jawad does not know me personally, but God only knows how true are those two lines. Here I think, he knows me more than I do myself! Thank you, Akhtar Jawad!
I am overwhelmed by your thoughtful words, dear poet @Akhtar Jawad Sahab. You have, as though, prayed for me on my mother's behalf, at the advent of Holy Ramadhan. My gratitude.... My heartfelt thanks to all the poets who have so kindly commented below, eulogising our poems particularly for your kind words and thoughts on my mother. Particularly I would like to thank poet Kumarmani Mahakul who has rightly recognized the 'essence of the poem'.
my son speaks very little, he has a lot inside but all is masked! ......here is the essence of the poem. Beautiful poem, a great tribute to all mothers. Thanks for sharing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Nice writing- one kind of Ekphrastic poem