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1. Mother's Love
Every day is Mother's Day,
Without mother's there is no way we could have been here today...
Mothers in our lives have a special place,
The value of which we realize as we slowly age...
Giving birth, enduring so much pain,
Sacrificing everything and nurturing us selflessly, without expecting any gain...
A mother is one who's love has nurtured all,
Taking care of everything without differentiation or letting it take a toll....
Endless hard work without any pay,
Working selflessly night and day...
Guiding light and our strength,
For our happiness going to any length...
With pure love, deep and intense,
Always standing in our defense...
Always there to protect and to defend,
Walking with us till life's end....
A mother's place no one can take,
In front of her selfless love, all other love in the world seems empty and fake...
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2. The Mother's Crucible
Sometimes with planned efforts and will,
Sometimes unwanted and by a twist of fate,
We unknowingly nurture the seed of creation,
In our womb, a new life begins to take shape...
Nurturing the fire of new life with love and blood and preserving it with water,
The Crucible works wonders in creating a new toddler...
Choosing pain like that of 1000's of red ants sting,
Or letting our dreams and hopes glow and fly by giving them the wings...
A journey not always bathed in sunshine,
Filled with really tough choices and decisions from time to time...
To bring to the world a new life's precious and priceless gift,
But on the other hand, putting our own life at stake and at risk...
Surrounded by a world of uncertainty,
Requiring immense courage, love and sacrifice to enter into unknown new territory...
Coming as a boon for many,
But for some, as a grave mistake,
Bringing the confusion to move ahead with a leap of faith,
Or the journey ahead to just simply forsake...
How overwhelming it is to bear a child,
Uncertain and unaware of the surprises the future may hold wild...
How brave and magical to nurture and build a new life in you,
Feed and turn a part of your body into a new who...
Having strange, un-explainable feelings, happy and low,
To share the pain and discomfort with nowhere to go...
Going through a roller-coaster ride with so many physical and emotional change,
Often alone in this journey of wide spectrum of emotional range...
How enduring it is to bear the pain,
How vulnerable and empty life feels if after months it goes in vain ...
The pain and trauma of a miscarriage,
Or the drama of not giving birth to a male child to carry on the lineage...
Feeling empowered and blessed,
At the same time, feeling weak and stressed...
With some really tough decisions to make,
When the health and life span of the upcoming life in this world are shaky and at stake...
To let a new life be born, bringing along the joy and pain,
To let it live on for a short span or try to save it from misery that reigns...
Or let it go before it's even born,
Trying to save our heart later from being attached and then shattered and torn...
Letting it come and go like a little butterfly,
Or forego the chance of meeting it and saying hi...
With anxiety, grief, guilt or regret to follow,
The emotional baggage, to make us feel insecure, incomplete and hollow...
But how tough it's to let go and abort,
How much blood, pain and complications and what not..
A decision etched in tears,
Accompanied by the whispers of doubt and fear...
A Fragile Seed in Shifting Sand,
With so many mirages in play at destiny's hand...
From the joy of new life,
To the fear of loss and agony...
Who chooses joy, who chooses fate,
When life hangs in the balance, delicate....
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3. Fading light: Shadows of Motherly Love
A mother was one,
With love that once outshone,
The sun's early rise,
With warmth in their eyes...
A mother was one,
With nurturing love, whose duty begun,
But now their kids, mothers just shun,
Motherhood for them is no longer fun...
A mother was one,
Whose love was bright and nurturing like the sun,
But now shadows creep,
Where warmth once used to sleep...
A mother was one,
Who whispered bedtime stories in the night,
Scraped knees, who kissed to make everything alright...
A mother was one,
Motivating and uplifting spirits, young,
But now silence hangs heavy, where laughter and inspiration used to run,
Now childhood, a hollow echo,
Devoid of warmth, growing in dark shadow...
A mother was one.
With a sweet lullaby's hum,
A lighthouse in storms, where hearts could once outrun,
Now distant phone calls, a hurried embrace,
Replaced the warmth on a tear-streaked face...
A mother was one,
With selfless love who used to shower,
But now it's just about showing control and power...
A mother's love, as times unwind,
Now just a memory, that shimmers and shines...
A love once fuelled by selfless sacrifice and care,
Now a sight, becoming rare and rare...
Perhaps the world's weight, a burden too deep,
Making it fail trials of time complete,
Maybe the weight of the world she carries alone,
A silent battle, a struggle unknown....
Yearns for connection, a bridge to rebuild,
But lost in the storm, how can love be fulfilled?
As times changed,
Priorities rearranged,
Work took the stage,
Leaving an empty page...
Mother's now just trying to feel alive,
With a failed effort to balance their health, work, personal and social life...
A mother's love, no longer enough,
With so much of life's mess and stuff...
Sailing through the waves of time,
In mother's kindness there has been a steep decline...
No longer enough love there for support,
Loneliness and solitude are instead now aboard...
Fulfilling life's survival needs, dire,
A mother is always torn between work, family and her own desire...
With changing times,
Mothers juggle sometimes,
Work, bills, and worries, a relentless climb.
With them, their children's density intertwined...
Caught in the pursuit of fortune and fame,
A mother's embrace, now just a distant name...
The race for success, a relentless climb,
Leaving little space, for precious time.
Love and affection, a fading display,
Replaced with materialistic things, every single day...
Children adrift, in a world so vast,
Longing for love that forever, has passed,
With a silent plea,
In their hearts,
To once again feel the missing part,
Once again, be loved hard,
In mother's love, feel the safeguard...
A love once divine,
Now failing the test of time...
Though shadows may linger and cracks may form,
A flicker of hope remains, to rebuild the bridges and cherished bond...
Though burdens may grow, and schedules collide,
A mother's true heart can never be denied...
In every touch, and every kind word,
A mother's true love can still be heard...
Though love might not always show,
But for their children's dreams they woe,
Their children's every successful dream chase,
Deep in their heart, with ample joy, they embrace...
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4. The Unseen Labour, The Unsung Hero: The 24-hour job, Housewife
So much time for others,
No time for self,
Filled with selfless love,
Hard to develop...
A talent to silently sacrifice,
Even when their best for others will never suffice,
Losing the colours of their own life,
To brighten up others' lives...
Giving up so many hobbies,
Letting go so many talents in vain,
Forgetting their own dreams,
In the name of their family's bigger goals and aims...
A 24-hour job,
So undervalued and underpaid,
Working silently alone,
Sometimes, even being treated worse than a maid...
So much to sacrifice
And so little appreciation and praise,
Doing a perfectly impossible job,
Non-stop at a continuous pace...
A forever job, with no one else to replace,
A job where no one is ever willing to take their place,
A job only the bravest of the brave can take,
A job to be done, always smiling, and with grace...
A job without any leave,
A job without any off days,
A 365 days a year job,
A job without any pay...
Working like a machine,
Non-stop every day,
In life's major decisions,
Without any right to suggest or say....
Simply on other's terms,
Living their life,
No freedom and no right,
With no power to decide...
Everyone ignoring, the future prospects bright,
Slowly pushing them into the shadows,
Keeping them away from the limelight,
Closing all doors of opportunities right,
Sealing their future with silence and plight...
Carrying so many burdens,
In the heart and in the soul,
With no one to help and share,
The workload and the role,
Family's happiness,
Remaining life's only goal,
24 by 7 work,
Only making their life whole...
Thinking of others' needs,
Others orders, always ready to heed...
Taking care of others' welfare,
With not a single moment left for themselves to spare,
No time to breathe,
No time to rest,
With a never ending workload,
Taking of their health and patience,
A continuous test...
Not getting enough sleep,
Not getting enough rest,
Without any appreciation,
Even after giving their best,
Drained, tired and exhausted,
At the end of the day,
Often crying alone,
Feeling hurt, alone and depressed all day...
Often laughed at and mocked,
Treated like a worthless piece of rock...
Taken for granted,
With the near ones,
Always acting discontented...
Filled with taunts and complaints,
Even if tired and drained,
With over exertion, the other person faints...
The sweeping and the cleaning,
The laundry and the ironing,
The cooking and the vegetable chopping,
The dishes and the grocery shopping,
The dozens of household chores,
The things that ordinarily bore,
But in everyday life, one can't choose to ignore....
Doing so many professional roles,
Without any pay,
Not caring about the time of the day...
Saving every penny,
Working around the clock,
Raising kids with values and morals,
Is not an easy job...
A mother, a wife, a chef, a cleaner, a washerwoman, and so many other roles to play every day,
She is nothing, just a housewife,
Is what in her introduction, people say...
Treated in a way, impolite,
With their rights, honour and respect being denied,
Still, to defend their loved ones,
They are always ready to work and fight...
Love as a silent symphony,
Playing through these endless chores,
The house, a hungry beast,
Forever needing to be fed more and more...
In this dance of devotion,
Silencing her dreams,
That once used to ignite,
Forgetting her own happiness,
Ignoring her wishes,
Aspirations, likes and dislikes...
Dedicated, with love and duty,
Her voice remains unheard,
Yet for her family's happiness,
She endlessly keeps on doing the work...
She keeps on marching on,
With a silent hope for the world to finally see,
How the love and sacrifice of a housewife,
Sets her whole household and family free...
A hope that some day they will realise,
The worth and value of the hard work of a housewife,
That some day they will recognize,
The job of a housewife is worth more than all the world's money and price...
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