Being A Mother

Being A Mother prose poem

Uploaded by Dr.Indu Nautiyal

Motherhood —
Is it a blessing or a hidden challenge
Or both of them finely rolled
Into a status unique and strange ?

A privilege granted by the supreme Maker
To all female beings here on the earth
Deeming them akin to Nature herself
The one matriarch of all creatures

She who sows the seeds of life
All over the lands and vast oceans
Rendering this planet ever green and vibrant
Pulsating with life breath and love unbound .

And oh ! This sweet motherhood bliss !
An emotion bordering on ecstasy
Felt by all having maternal instincts
Be they on land or in deep waters .

But Is this joy an end in itself
Or comes with a challenge in clever disguise?
Isn’t this the beginning of an arduous strife
Going to last for the whole of life ?

That begins with raising the tender infants
Fast as they grow into playful children
Followed by immature adolescents
Till they settle as decent adults .

Time goes flying ere you notice it
That having grown their youthful wings
They are anxious to scale new heights
In the skies of their own choice .

Seeing them take their ambitious flights
My heart is filled with a queer emotion
What shall I call it ? An humble pride
Or the sweetest reward ever in sight ?

So what if the nest appears empty
For me it’s full of fond memories
And messages of care and concern pour in
Whenever I feel the need for them

Reason enough to pamper myself
That I haven’t failed to do my bit
In carrying forward the tradition that is
The essence and purpose of life for ever !

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Dr.Indu Nautiyal

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I have been a teacher for about four decades ,but even more than that , a student and learner all along --literature being my favourite subject with special love for poetry , a trait I seem to have inherited from my father,who was a very good poet ,it was he that instilled in me a deep love for poetry early in childhood . Starting as a science student ,I shifted to literature after graduation and and worked on Emily Dickinson's poetry for Doctoral degree. I don't claim to be a poet ,but do admit my inherent love for poetic utterances as and when I find them and sometimes feel inspired to give vent to my own emotions in words that seem to convey them .Honestly it happens quite effortlessly and also leaves me with an immense satisfaction .If it can be termed poetry ,all the more rewarding. .
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