Heaven sent

Who are you holding me
Oh so close to your heart?
Your love penetrates
My tender body
To make it warm and strong.

Your loving eyes
Look at me with love
Whenever I open my eyes
Wipes away traces
Of darkness, pain and fear.

Your voice is like the angels
I left behind in heaven
It soothes my very soul
It fills me up with happiness
It fills me up with peace.

Your presence is just like God
She told me of course
Before I was about to come here
She will meet me here
I will have to call her mother.

Who is true mother?

Who shall we be calling a true mother?
The one who conceives a life?
And leaves her to fight on her own
In this cruel, ruthless world?

Or the one who picks up
A little, abandoned life
Holds her to her bosom
And gives her a new lease of life?

The one that created
A tiny body inside her
Or the one that sheltered
That tiny body in her lap?

One that created that hand and feet?
Or the one who taught her
How to walk and hold?
How to live a lovely life?

Real mother

She was a real mother
Mother to her core
The whole world was
Her child to her
Never bothered about species
Or any other silly fuss
Every baby was a baby to her
Even if it was alligator, bear.

Her love knew no boundary
It was like an ocean
Overwhelming every thing
Without any discrimination
Being around her meant
Being doused by her waves
She never even stopped to look
Who was it being blessed.

motherhood

a dream come true
for so many women
but not for all
for all of them
are not meant to be
perfect mothers at all.
Some are just not
Mother material at all
We force motherhood on them
And they miserably fail.

Why do we human
Get so harsh on women?
Expecting them to obey
Our dictated rules?
Nature- our true mother
Tells us again and again
Every female is not meant
To be a good mother at all
Just a look around you- honestly
Will show you this rigid truth.

Mama

She never saw her mama
Everyone told her a story
She has gone away
To live with angels in heaven

All she had was her photograph
Placed on her study table.
Her daddy was every thing she had
She was her daddy’s little angel.

Then one day her gramma came
Told her she was going to have
A new mother, just for her
She was on her way to her home.

Soon she came dressed in red
A beautiful fairy just like dream
She held her to her very heart
And said, “God sent me back to you.”