(Dear Mothers: I submit this poem at your feet as a mark of my love and respect for all the mothers; bless your son from wherever you are)
Not salaried for the full-time job
But mother, my love is the payment
When I was born
You were also born
Removing the woman in you
And installing the Mother thereby
Nothing is absolute
Except your love so pure
Nothing follows me
Except your prayers
That cling to me all my life
You started dieting
When I was afflicted
I will wear the sweater
When you feel the cold
You are the carrier of the key
Of my soul in your bosom
Your heart is an abyss
At its bottom is forgiveness
An ounce of you
Is worth my thousand lifetime
You always think twice
One for you and the other for me
I wonder at evolution
How come you have two hands only?
You are my perennial song
In the heart of my comfort
I may not comprehend the words
But the tune of love is engraved
I love you mother
As plants love water and Sun
Words are small
To show my heart
Allow me to cling
To your feet, the altar of love
11.5.2008
mothers’ day
rajagopal haran
http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/175-to-mothers-with-love/
