O Mother
A god given gift is my one and only mother,
courteous and conveying more than any other.
When the era was shaded, you accommodated the light,
when my perception was not luminous, you bestowed my sight.
Powering the fluorescent light when the allotment was dim,
O mother, I can truly opine what a divine blessing its bin.
Each moment I spend with you is an equivalent to a hidden treasure,
each memory I share with you has eternally been a pleasure.
You are the ultimate significance to me alive,
without your presence life is not worth the survive.
Cherishing and nurturing with your tongue,
O mother how your words are so sweetly sung.
I apprize and adulate the arena you glide upon,
your beauty is comparison to one that of a swan.
So delicately poised, a mother's place,
the one no alternate human-being can ever replace.
For your children and husband you slave away,
O mother how can I ever repay.
I'm compiling my poetry work into a book, and looking to partner with a publisher. If anyone
is interested please email me on [email protected]
Copyright © Shanaz Iqbal | Year Posted 2009
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