I think of her, my vacuum fills, with pellucid space
I feel that; my angel guards me with strength and grace
Blessings always I get from the hands of her
A holy tie bounds me close to her when I shudder
An epitome of love she has been since the day I was born
She carries the burden in hands but, smiling-lips she always adorns
She planted all the goods things
And has given me life’s all springs
With her loving hands, she always erases my fatigue
Whenever there’s talk of scrumptious food, I remember my mother, unique
She pointed her finger to show me the dreams
And nurtured in me the seeds of self-esteem
Her eyes always have held hope and longing
And heart always has in a state of thawing
With her hands, she has given me two things,
One is roots and the other, the wings
Though time has aged and incapacitated her hands
But they always protect me from rain and tides
Pooja Mandla
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Soul touching! 💚
Thank you Sona💚
What a wonderful tribute, dear Pooja. Heart touching. That’s what I aspire to give my daughter too- roots and wings. God bless your beautiful bond. 💚💚💚
Thank you for appreciating my humble attempt, dear💚 Yes we all aspire to give our children the same things… Thank you for the blessings💚💚 Loads of love to your daughter
Wonderful tribute… Soothing words..
Thank you kirti💚💚
Wonderful poem Pooja! Touching ❤️
Thank you, dear Nitika💚💚
Such a beautiful and touching tribute
Thank you, dear Natasha💚💚
Pooja, thank you for writing this poem.
Thank you for reading, dear Indrani💚
Very touching!!
Thank you, ma’am💚💚
So emotional!
Thank you, dear Sai💚
Expression of true feelings
Thank you ma’am 💚💚
So true…Love it Pooja!