Mother O Mother Poem by Paramananda Mahanta

Mother O Mother

When I saw her only as a face,
In the cradle with blank gaze.
She letmy eyes whisper at first,
With her lips that tell my heart.
To open up in each single blink,
And O ma' came out ina magic trick.
She openedme a man with leaf by leaf,
All withthankfulness and unfolded grief.

With that voice louder now everybody hear,
My dormant self fly for its love so dear,
O mother! youmade me hopeful
in my speechless days,
Your eyes smiles with my illusive says.
When my mouth opens it never fails to feast.
Fill me to swoon and sleep with her accentuated breast.

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Paramananda Mahanta
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