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

An educator by profession but a word weaver by passion. She likes to enjoy little things in life, not waiting for the bigger ones to come her way.ย  She had done her graduation in the medical stream but often was lost in the literal beauty of words. So after graduation, she studied literature and did her MPhil in English. She believes that the secret ingredient for spreading happiness is writing. So, whenever her energetic kids permit, she expresses her thoughts in words. Writing keeps her going and has given a new shape to her life.


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