Mother Poem by Md. Ziaul Haque

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,
The moment while I achieve something special,
You shed tears in ecstasy, the teardrops truly inspire.

I miss you mother believe me,
I know that I have not been a child perfect,
But that I love you is known to you, you cannot reject,
Mother! I will try to make myself what you want me to be.

Wednesday, October 22, 2014
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Md. Ziaul Haque

Md. Ziaul Haque

Sylhet, Bangladesh
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