My Divine Mother

When I started to open my eyes in wonder
I could see nothing but my mother fair
For me feeding, bathing, sleeping ,and loving
Like a goddess who is blissful in tending
Me ,a tender plant to grow into a strong tree
A useful in giving protection to the tired in future.

Yes, I know what my mother did a rare duty
An unsurpassed beauty in refining a crude
Wood into a fascinating statue devoid
Of ugly crux, a relic for the living years.!!

I have your heart and will to nourish
My little one embellish
Your love, sacrifice, selfless duty.
My overwhelming salutation
To your maternal unique zeal
In propagating ‘Mother is divine’.

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Ass. prof. of English, I have qualification in German language . I have been teaching German since 15 years, My working place is S VIVEKANANDA DEGREE COLLEGE ,NEHRU NAGAR PUTTUR (D. K.) 574203 KARANATAKA INDIA. I have learnt hindustani music also
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Aloke
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Fine poem. Good execution.

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