Mother - A Poem on Mother .....

 

Embodied Beauty .... Embodies Life .... Empowered by Divine .... That's Mother !! It is difficult to describe mother and her role in our lives .... here are a few words that make some efforts, perhaps in vain, to describe mother ....

 

With my mother in November, 2016 .... Vanita Thakkar

Mother

Strong and soft,

Tough and tender,

Creator’s delight,

Beholder’s wonder

Embodied beauty –

That’s Mother,

Embodies life –

That’s Mother !!

Delicate and distinct,

Malleable and mild,

Strength unlimited,

Support undeterred,

Unbreakable, unbeatable –

That’s Mother,

Empowered by the Divine –

That’s Mother !!

- Vanita Thakkar (22.11.2011)

Mummy at Coorg in May, 2016 .... Phoograph by Vanita Thakkar 

Mummy at the Norbulingka Institute, Dharmashala (Himachal Pradesh) in May, 2018 .... Photograph by Vanita Thakkar

 

© 2020 Vanita Thakkar (Published on HubPages on 01st October, 2020)

Motherhood : Poem - The Greatest of Joys - Still, Where Does It Get Lost Or Trapped, On Its Way From Doll-House To Home?

  .... I saw, birth-givers not becoming mothers and Motherhood craving in childless arms …. 

And I wonder, where did It get trapped? 
Where? ………..? 
Where is It struggling? On its way from doll-house to home? ....

To describe my mother would be to write about a hurricane in its perfect power. Or the climbing, falling colors of a rainbow.

— Maya Angelou

"We are born of love; Love is our mother."

- Rumi

Motherhood has a very humanizing effect. Everything gets reduced to essentials.

- Meryl Streep

Mother is a verb. It's something you do. Not just who you are.

- Cheryl Lacey Donovan

Motherhood

I was a little more than

Five years old,

Had not started

Going to school, yet.

Everyday,

I listened to the radio,

Heard songs –

Most of them Hindi Film songs ….

And was very impressed

By Lata Mangeshkar ….

One day,

Curious,

I asked my father,

“Pappa, does Lata Mangeshkar’s daughter

Also sing so beautifully? ”

“Lata Mangeshkar

Does not have a daughter.”

“Why? ”

“She is not married.”

“So what? ” ….

I wondered !!

I had the impression that

At a certain age,

Every girl becomes a lady

And a mother,

Bearing and rearing children ….,

A phenomenon as natural

And as matter-of-fact as

Flowering of plants, trees ….

“You are a fool ! ”,

My not-so-elder,

But wise brother quipped

And unknowingly spared

Pappa’s adult answerlessness.

Later on,

I grew up,

Accumulated age,

And I saw,

Birth-givers

Not becoming mothers

And Motherhood

Craving in childless arms ….

And I wonder,

Where did It get trapped?

Where? ………..?

Where is It struggling?

On its way from

Doll-house to home?

Vanita Thakkar (12.07.2009)

 

"Mother's love is peace. It need not be acquired, it need not be deserved."

- Erich Fromm

"Sometimes the strength of motherhood is greater than natural laws."

- Barbara Kingsolver

A mother's love liberates.

- Maya Angelou

 

© 2009 Vanita Thakkar