Mother

Poem By Neela Nath Das

Her eyes are blank,
Clothes torn, ragged & patched
Beauty has taken renunciation long past;
She has no rank,
wizened and shrunken face-
Tells no story of glamor.
But she laughs
She smiles
She is a MOTHER! !

Comments about Mother

a mothers worry is never done she will love you till the setting sun? physical appearance can deceive but beauty never dies inside!
(She is a MOTHER! ! .) **And that’s the bottom line. A significantly fine poem. Thank you.
nice poem; every mother's face does have a story of glamor, if you look closely through the eyes of her child.
Oh! What mothers go through and still retain their soft natures. A lovely piece keep it up.
Your 'MOTHER' is a beautiful poem. Thanks for this beautiful piece. It glorifies all mothers, like my own, who: 'Tells no story of glamor. But she laughs She smiles She is a MOTHER! ! ' I also liked Valsa George's comment.


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