Sonnet Iv-Sad Strain Of A Mother's Heart Poem by Yash Shinde

The light knitting bright, and her eyes like the sun from the hill rise from the darkness, so gently to the sky till bird fly over the world for the excitement, Mother's touch as soft as cotton cloud swipe the wind with her words blowing our mind, and mother is everything when we cry happy she make us stand tall... I love your poem, you done very good, your mom should read this poem_Soul

A mother's sad tale is very aptly put into poetry. Good poem

good attempt and is a very great poem

Good sentiment. Good grammar with well structured verses. Well done, keep writing.

really well presented.. great work from one so young..

a delicate issue but very important to raise in writing...life is too short for saying thanks to her, there's no place of such roughness! touching!

Very touching. I love it. amazing poem. (:

Thanks everyone for your appreciation and feedback- Yash Shinde

When we think of the ingratitude shown to our mothers, everyone has to put his head in shame.... How much of love has been 'wasted' on us by these poor mothers! I think a mother's heart is the largest vessel which can hold meaureless gallons of love..! A great poem.... Yash!

Barring a few every mortal is thus. Indeed we have to remain anguished over the dismal truth. ..has forgotten his mother the one who nurtured him.. What an irony of life!