Mother's Love

Mother’s Love – Requiem For A Mother

This is a poem about mother’s love that is dedicated to all the mothers of the world, who do everything in their power and beyond for their children.

Mother's Love

A Mother’s love is the purest form of love in the universe. A mother’s love is always selfless and nurturing, it acts as a cocoon for the child and shields it from the dangers that lurk in the world. But alas, the day comes when the child emerges from the temple of love into the big bad world. However, it is rewarded by the sight of its mother and her smile becomes the child’s entire world.

Mother’s Love – An Ode To All Mothers Of The World

Mother's Love

For a mother, every breath of hers is for her child. A child who remains a child for her, even though he or she has grown taller than her. A mother’s life is always child-centric and revolves around her children. The Mother has a hallowed status in most cultures of the world. In India, mothers are venerated as personifications of God. “Matru Devo Bhava,”, says the Sanskrit shloka from the Taittiriya Upanishad. Here are a few verses that are dedicated to all the mothers in the world and their eternal love.

“Mother: the most beautiful word on the lips of mankind.” —Kahil Gibran

Mother’s Love – To Be Born or Not To Be Born

Mother's Love - Requiem For A Mother

I float in the comfort of my mother’s amniotic fluid,

enveloped in eerie silence and darkness inside.

I know that soon the time will come for me to bid

adieu to this cocoon and emerge into the outside.

 

I am apprehensive about leaving the warmth and comfort

of this dark but secure place I call heaven,

I do not know what awaits me on leaving this fort,

shall I hear sweet music or a cacophony that would deafen?

 

I am all alone but secure and fortified now;

And wonder what the future will unfold.

Will it be a world full of peace and love?

or one filled with violence and terror untold.

 

I wonder if I should emerge from darkness to light

into the blinding lights and deafening sounds of guns,

or should I call it a day without seeing daylight,

with memories of a womb where there were no suns.

 

Then I think of something that has more power,

then all the guns and bombs of the world.

The power of the selfless love of a mother,

who endures endless pain for the love of her child.

 

I kick, I bunch my small fists and I smile,

I want to emerge from the darkness to light,

just so that I may glimpse the beautiful smile

Of the angel who has carried me, and bask in her sight.

 

“A mother’s love is everything. It is what brings a child into this world. It is what moulds their entire being. When a mother sees her child in danger, she is literally capable of anything. Mothers have lifted cars off of their children and destroyed entire dynasties. A mother’s love is the strongest energy known to man.” —Jamie McGuire

We hope you liked this poem, please feel free to share it widely and do not forget to read it to your mother or any mother in the world. And, whether it is Mother’s Day or not, continue showering your love on your mother, for mothers are the treasures that you need to treasure the most.

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