Sunday Poem By Subrata Bhattacharya
MOTHER’S HEART
Woman takes pride to become a beloved Mother.
To give birth a baby, she confronts dreadful fear.
Ten month’s awful mission offers her throes to bear.
She defeats the fatal strain to listen a call ‘Mother’.
Who does tolerate this painful pleasure?
None but a beloved Mother!
At the passage of childhood, when a child cries poorly,
Mother, leaving all chores behind, pacifies it patiently.
At the passage of boyhood, when a boy plays disobediently,
Mother, setting aside annoyed stances, hugs him wittily.
Who does tolerate this painful pleasure?
None but a beloved Mother!
When an adult flies away to live in freely here and there,
Old Mother feels discomfort for want of her dearly creeper.
But whenever the creeper needs comfort and safe shelter,
Mother, discounting solitary distress, hails him with pleasure.
Her childish soul invites the throbbed heart to burst into tear.
But nobody is there to wipe out her tearful eyes filled with fear.
Who dares to carry this heart-breaking pillar?
None but a Mother!
Because she bears an altruistic character.
ফেসবুক দিয়ে আপনার মন্তব্য করুন
