Mother is My first World
Philosophy of Mother
Mother is a Nurture
Nuture of Father
Nature of Brother
Mother is a Creator
Creator of our
Creator of Suffer
Mother is a Minister
Minister of Progenitor
Minister of Look after
Mother is a Mater
Mater of predecessor
Mater of Foster
Mother is a Procreator
Procreator of Culture
Procreator of Other
Mother is a Teacher
Teacher of Translator
Teacher of Devoter
Mother is a Doctor
Doctor of Grower
Doctor of Trainer
GROWING PAINS
Out of despair man was bred
To be cared for was the aim
Striving to become gods, man lost it
The love once shared now forfeit
Man’s life now a fraction of the original!
In pain Mothers accouch
In pleasure fathers permeate(procreate)
The “bambino” first seen by the accoucheuse
Unrivaled is the mother’s love despite despair.
Her joy is here!
Forgotten is the pain of the mother
Before her is the fruit of her labor
Boundless Joy engulfs her
Her despair has yielded a gift.
Hours turn days, Man is not seen!
Lapsed is the bundle and it’s carrier
As the Procreator wines in a new world.
In shame the bundle is taken home,
To a father who is lost in his own webs.
She could leave, but Love for the infant prevails
To my mother
From perspective of a son
How could I forget
the pain she took for me,
Bringing me into this world
to savour life in glee,
Fed on her blood and milk
as I opened my eyes,
Her heavenly smile erased
my tears and intense cry,
Nurtured with selfless love
I was no more a boy,
She is still my dream girl
though her youth has passed by,
Gracious grey hair
maturity of thoughts,
We recall fun and giggles
on many funny plots,
She knows all my wants
and every moment I sigh,
Strong emotional bond
always been my pride,
Her one touch
and mountains can move,
Possible without wings
flight she can prove,
Salute to all women
as I grow into a man,
Mother, the procreator
His best creative plan,
X of her strength I inherit
in my each cell,
My role model she is
inspires me to excel!
Written Sept 10th, 2015
For contest of Silent one
Men only
Gender sensitive contest ?
Entered for Judy's "Tell us about your mother" contest
It was written from perspective of a son since Silent one's contest was only for men, but I was tempted to enter, although I was not considered.
Awarded 1st place win
Just being woman
A sweet daughter
giggles in every corner,
Symbol of affection
wipes out all fatigue,
As the time flies
she is a passionate wife,
Puts her soul
into bricks and mortar,
Seen as a mother
sent from heavens,
An emblem of pure love
she is a procreator,
Kind and humble
with the noble,
Strong and bold
for the traitor,
Sweet as honey
kids her weakness,
Embellished with hard work
cares for family and friends,
Lets go all hurt in tears
staying close to dears,
After all soft at heart
Woman is a woman !!
Salute to you,
Kings were born,
So were the brave soldiers,
and the justice prevailed,
As the whole world is driven
with the power of your smile,
Life beats with your heart
and magnetic deep eyes !
Written June 10th, 2015
For contest by Justin Bordner
Now entered for contest "Women only#2" by Kelly Deschler
© Dr. Upma A. Sharma
Just within reach
Pride that only a procreator can take,
life will cease to exist if else for sake,
Elated I was, to learn of the Cyesis,
recalled then the societal crisis,
A new life was just within me and my reach,
tender emotions were ready to preach,
Soul that hard struggled for reincarnation,
right denied, now rests in salvation,
Few angelic moments and then doors to hell,
close to desire, my real image I couldn't impel !
Written April 16th, 2015
For contest "Just within reach" by John Lawless
Inspired by .....
Agony of an elderly mother who wanted but could not carry her child till birth due to feared embarrassment in society
Awarded HM
Impregnable fortress, my mother's womb,
Beyond all evil reach, no one can intrude,
Bundled with joy, I rocked and rolled !
Little to my conscious , did I know of the plot,
To kill me inside, even before my birth,
Just because they knew that I was a girl !
Small family norm, families you design,
Male dominance, a unilateral align,
Do you think female foeticide is no crime ?
Although I am no threat to a man's being,
Doused my ambitions, catered to his fragile ego,
Suppressed my desires, closed my thoughts !
I covered myself as if guilty of being a female,
Transformed myself into an art that fascinates,
Yet reave me of my right of being born ?
I will now equate myself, my dear mother,
Let me once breathe in the same air,
Tears in eyes, heavy heart, a muffled cry,
I will expand your world, procreator I am !!
Written on 18/5/14
' on menace of female foeticide prevalent in society'
TIME
A.
Time exists in testimonials encased and framed.
Each singularity proud and erect standing beside
and supported by a lone consort.
When recalled and rendered within,
No pause is seen nor heard, except
when played in very slow motion.
From beginning to end we discern infinity
and see the process as one motion never completed.
In a blink of an eye, eternity exists.
The story gets told in the afterglow;
lingering as ripened fruit on an old tree.
Revealing time as ringed markers; remnants
of what was and will never be again.
A collection of the Creator's intent.
B.
A sweeper follows your every vector
locked in folds of a played out sector
As procreator, with no beginning and no end
that all before cannot amend.
Thy sly requiem nestled beneath the sun
appears to gloat in what's begun
as ancient rhyme created by design
and recorded in an eternal shrine.
CAK 11-07-2013
SYNOPSIS:
What is Time and Space?
Hard to describe in human terms.
When I think about life
from beginning to end,
it seems implausible to even
contemplate but like a fool,
I try.
My mom
You gave me life,
Act of God, shaped my future,
Procreator.
Written May 19th, 2013
@ Dr. Upma A. Sharma
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