kalyani sonawane

Rookie - 0 Points (26 July 1998)

MY MOTHER


My mother is a GARDEN
There she teaches me PARDON
Where her HEART
Is a unique PART
OF various ART
And that's what make me SMART
And in me the evil things she ABORT

Like this is my MOTHER
Her teachings will help me FURTHER
In any condition HOWEVER
Anywhere anytime FOREVER!

Submitted: Saturday, April 26, 2014

Topic of this poem: love

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  • Gold Star - 17,820 Points Gangadharan Nair Pulingat (6/24/2014 3:58:00 AM)

    Mother or Amma in Malayalam language we call have a particular feeling when thinking about her. She is the first teacher of human beings in the children stage and then slowly teaches the world and to stand with. Her kindness and selfless feelings beyond words. Here the poet tells the mother compared to a garden and likewise which is beautiful creation of a poem and read it in its love feeling. (Report) Reply

  • Gold Star - 14,904 Points John Westlake (4/28/2014 5:11:00 AM)

    A tribute to a loving mother. I wish that mine could have been so loving instead of what she really was. Thank you for sharing this (Report) Reply

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