*mother (Two) Poem by Abdul Wahab

*mother (Two)

Rating: 3.5


On my love,
I do not like to talk too much
As a lot of words
Will only create a commotion
So I prefer to keep a silence
On my nuance
Rest of all I leave,
For your better comprehension

In your child hood
When you do not eat
And in your adult hood
When you do not give me food
Silently I always cry
But still on my brave face
I keep a broad smile..

I do not call you to come in
When I burn myself under the sun,
But when I see you to face cold out-side
I must welcome you to this cave
Even I have to burn my ribs to give you warmth inside.

I do not allow you to hold my hand
When we cross a river or pass a narrow bridge
In danger I know you can leave
But I always hold your hand, tight,
And throw you up to the other side
Though I never think whether I will be dead or alive.




























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COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Wahab Abdul 19 October 2012

a mother is the protagonist of the poem!

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Madhumitha Murali 02 November 2014

really a heart touching feel in the poem.

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Gangadharan Nair Pulingat 18 October 2014

Mother a beautiful poem with so much expression of love and affection for motherhood.

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Soulful Heart 17 October 2014

10/10....for motherhood the epitome of selflessness......the instances that u have versed reveal the pathos of her state when she is old and dependent...great write to remind the ones who hv put their mothers in oldage homes or confined them to an unwanted room....

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Gajanan Mishra 17 October 2014

well, good writing, thanks.

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Heather Wilkins 21 October 2012

But I always hold your hand tight, and throw you up to the other side though I never think whether I will be dead or alive. true description of a mother.

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