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Hands of my Mother #The hands of my mother

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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Written by Pooja Mandla

 Pooja is an educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She has a BSc in Medical, an M.Phil. in English literature and, a B.Ed. degree from Punjab(Chandigarh) University.

She loves to read, write, draw and travel. She finds inspiration from nature and the surrounding people. She is passionate about writing poems and is a regular contributor to several online platforms, where she has won many prizes. 

Her poems have been published in  11 anthologies so far by the various Publishing house and, a few are in process.  Two of her poems have recently been selected for two different anthologies by an International press called Sweetycatpress. Her poems have also been published in International magazines like Literoma and Innsaei Journals.

She has recently been awarded with the award of appreciation for the ANNUAL WORDSMITH AWARD 2021 by ASIAN LITERARY SOCIETY.

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