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Lakshmi Pramod Poem
I always wanted to be a mother
‘It’s painful’,
‘You will suffer!’,
Yet I always wanted, to be a mother.
A mother I became,
Not once but twice
A son and a daughter
Life was nice.
Until they grew up,
in the literal sense,
Their attitude developed,
grim and intense.
Respect for me,
Was ego to them,
Things out of control,
I was overwhelmed.
To pull things back,
I was adamant.
I stirred the dream
That lay dormant.
I always wanted
To be a mother
For she is special
Like no other.
A person who loves you
Not for your face
Who keeps in her heart
Forever a place.
For you to snuggle
When the seas are rough,
Often for her though,
It may be tough.
Today as I smile
At my precious gems,
I realise proudly
I am that person for them.
No matter how painful
Or how much I suffer
I’ll always be,
Their special mother.
Copyright © Lakshmi Pramod | Year Posted 2020
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Lakshmi Pramod Poem
A pall of gloom had descended,
Some even said,life had ended.
Nature, always immensely beautiful,
Seemed at once furious and vengeful.
Nothing worked, nor pills nor antibiotics.
Human lives, for once, mere statistics.
Relations, no matter how close, held at bay,
There seemed to be, just no other way.
Human warfare or a mutant gene,
Damage unprecedented and unseen.
No one knows what the future holds,
Everyone dreading, the common cold.
Social distancing, the need of the hour.
Masks and gloves, bought from afar.
Super powers, down on their knees
Nothing mattered, Economy nor World peace.
Isolation and quarantine, new terms to behold.
Thousands jobless, starved and cold.
Nature’s fury, human negligence,
Time to introspect, see some sense.
Stop the sins, at least unite to make some noise
If you cannot boldly, raise your voice.
You belong to Nature, don’t massacre her womb,
Payback is ruthless, She will make the world a tomb!
Copyright © Lakshmi Pramod | Year Posted 2020
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