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Chittaranjan Nanda

Abstract Classics Others

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Chittaranjan Nanda

Abstract Classics Others

My Mother's Love

My Mother's Love

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The past is vibrant in my eyes

How my mother was showering 

Her love to me,

Very amazing,

For nurturing me

As she adorns to give me a beautiful life,

She loved me in so many ways,

For which I feel as gifted man

With encouragement and praise,

That she wrapped her love

Around my heart,

Keeping each beat steady

Through the rhythm of life,

Until my wings took shaping

My soul to take flight.


She was thinking of me 

With her solid sense,

Spent her entire life 

Making sure that 

I would remain always Happy,

That I should remain safe,

And how she was sweet as a dove 

And was scary as a tigress,

If someone hurts me.


She was praying for me that

Let wonder rule making my life lovely,

And she was doing for me

As my teacher, nurse, and counselor,

She set me straight and 

Then set me free,

And I used to ask her,

How did you find such energy my Mom?

I understood that

No one can explain,

Such energy comes 

Out of deep devotion

and of sacrifice and pain,

It is endless and unselfish,

So enduring nothing can destroy it,

Or take that love away,

When all others are forsaking,

And it never fails or falters

And I am of firm opinion that

There is nothing in this world 

With which I can repay my mother 

For every pain she suffered,

The water of her womb 

Became my first home,

She gave me her eyes 

To see the best in the worst,

The body she pulled apart 

To welcome me to the world,

Every moment of every day,

She poured her entire soul,

Blood and energy into me,

Without wanting anything in return

And I cannot find none 

So devotional as that of Mother,

But only the mother the world over,

And turning backward, 

A picture memory brings to me;

I look across the years and see

Myself beside my mother’s knee,

I feel now her gentle hand 

Restraining my selfish moods, and 

Inculcating the sense of wrong and pain.


I always feel that

My mother is always with me,

There's nothing in this world that I could do

To pay you back for all you do.

 wish now,

Make me a child again,

My mother to come back 

From the heaven to this earth,

To take me again to her lab,

To sing lullabies and rock me to sleep. 



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