#mothers

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  • queen_of_hearts_2nd 2d

    I cant feel you

    So seemingly purposely poised, ears catching sounds ourselves cannot,
    I peer adoring it’s orange bibbed chest
    On a bright breezy autumn, was the robin was the robin that time may have forgot
    Was surely a sight, especially on this very same day a pure white silky feather fell slowly in my way
    Heartbreaking I tragically thought, as I peered over at the underdeveloped picture maybe was the reason that I felt most distraught
    Why would they take the roots when it made quite a number and even some underdeveloped trees
    Never ever have I had feeling that has literally brought me to my knees
    I began my search for those chosen ones the fortunate so I thought
    I began to ask question when apparently my mum came to talk

    “I’m now in uncontrollable in tears”

    The lady that says she can communicate with the dead, turned to me confidently and this is what apparently my mum said

    I am not gone I am always there with you, I am always by your side,
    Though she said I am not a robin of which you think, neither am I a lonely white feather that feel apon your side, I will tell you this, I will without any fail watch over my children until there very own forever and ever until there time becomes extinct

    I miss you mum my heart hurts.


    ©queen_of_hearts_2nd

  • bhavnai 1w

    सुनो मां,

    सुबह होती है फिर होती है शाम
    तेरे सारे करती हूं मैं काम
    फिर मैं कैसे कर लूं आरम


    हर पल हर समय खलती है तेरी कमी
    पता नही कब आजाती आंखो में नमी
    सबके सामने तो रहती हूं मैं खड़ी सहमी


    सब करते है अपनी मां से शिकायते
    मैं नही कर पाती हूं तुझसे दिल की बातें
    अक्सर लॉरी की याद आती है वो रातें

    पास तो है तू मेरे ,मगर ठीक नहीं है
    दिखती है मुझे हालात, कुछ भी सही नही है

    जी चाहता है तुझे सारी बीमारियों से रखूं दूर
    पर मैं भी कही ना कही हालातो के आगे मजबूर

    हर पल करती हूं ऊपरवाले से तेरे लिए दुआएं
    बदले में वो देते है मुझे सिर्फ और सिर्फ धुआंये

    और मुझे कुछ ना कहना
    हर पल तेरे पास ही रहना।

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    love u mummy /maa



    #maa
    #maalove
    #mothers
    #motherslove

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    Maa

    सब करते है अपनी मां से शिकायते
    मैं नही कर पाती हूं तुझसे दिल की बातें
    अक्सर लॉरी की याद आती है वो रातें

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    ©bhavnai

  • unsung_seagull 2w

    This is to remind all men.
    Remember comrades.
    #remember #pod #wod @writersnetwork #women #womenhood #motherhood #mothers #feminism

    EC

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    Men, remember

    We glorified
    Womanhood
    To restrict you
    To brooms.

    Celebrated
    Motherhood
    To confine you
    To rooms.

    We pitied you to
    Hold hostage in
    Soft-emotions.

    Stereotyped to
    Force you in
    Clothes of desire.

    Ladies first we
    Say,
    Unequal salaries
    We pay.

    To force you to
    Cut onions.
    Men shouldn't cry,
    We declare.

    You may wage wars.
    Rule the world.
    Mother a prophet or
    Slave a demon.

    Still, you gotta
    Take our blame
    And make our
    Homes.

    You're better than us.
    Even stronger.
    But consolation
    Prizes is all you'll get..

    Maybe another
    Child to pet.
    A saree,
    Some jwellery or

    One more poem
    Like this one to
    Exemplify your
    Compliant behavior.

    ©unsung_seagull

  • tanoz_for_real 7w

    Dedicated to all those beautiful moms out there
    and especially to you maa...
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    #mom#mothers
    #love#life
    #miraquill
    #writersnetwork

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    BURNING CANDLES

    Dear mom...
    I know, my life is unsettled.
    I know, I have turned into a
    frustrating adult.
    And sometimes I wish, if only I was able,
    to never leave from your cradle.
    But today,
    Can you forgive me?
    For being a kid,
    always impossible to handle,
    for never bringing home all those,
    trophies and medals,
    for throwing a tantrum,
    once when you laughed at me,
    when out I went to play cricket,
    wearing your sandals.
    Will you?

    I might act tough,
    and quite be the showman.
    But you, were the only woman,
    who saw me,
    at all of my weakest moments.
    When people were mean,
    you taught me, to rise without wings.
    When a heart out of rhythm,
    full of broken strings,
    whistling a sad song, the only music it sings,
    came back to you in disbelief,
    you always mended it back,
    and helped me, to join all the chords.
    For that,
    I will forever thank you,
    with unspoken words.

    Maa to make you not suffer,
    I can face all the trouble,
    this world has to offer.
    Because no matter however stupid your son is,
    he loves you.
    Because from a boy born shy and gentle,
    you have raised a soldier strong,
    and sensible.
    But what will I do...without you?
    My pages are wet, but dare will I not to crumble,
    any of them as they are the witness,
    for the world to say,
    that when I write about an angel,
    this pen always trembles.
    If only God gave me the power,
    To rewind time and put out...
    those burning candles.

    From,
    Tanoz k.


    ©tanoz_for_real

  • madinah_writes 7w

    Mothers!

    Can't live with can't live without...

    ©madinah_writes

  • alltimefamished 13w

    I'm pregnant

    It was very unusual to see her sad. It was almost like her smile has vanished. Her mother asked her million times about her sadness. She wouldn't tell her a word.

    One day she found her nauseated with the smell of her favourite poori potato. She refused to eat.

    Agitated, she rushed to puke due to the smell.

    Her mother was standing by the door. She rubbed her back and held her hair. She asked "what has happened to you. Why are you like this. I'm noticing you since a week and you are behaving very weird." there was silence. "today you have to tell me."

    "I'm pregnant." she announced. will you take care of me like you always did ma?

    Shocked, bewildered and speechless, mother didn't ask her a question. "Whoever child it is, it's not their fault to come to the world. We will bring this one and together."

    She bleamed with smile and pride.
    ©alltimefamished

  • alltimefamished 13w

    The youngest member

    It was a 10 hour labour journey..i pushed and pushed and pushed. I stuck my chin to my neck. I wasn't allowed to scream. I wasn't allowed to talk.

    There was no one around me to comfort. Tears slipped from the corner, promising myself to be with the newborn all my life.

    She finally came out. She was beautiful. Pink cheeks and black jet hair. I held her when was out of my vagina finally. My girl. It was the happiest moment I remember in recent times.

    There was a smile on my face. A motherly smile.

    In another two minutes, her crying stopped. I was curious. It was too sudden. The nurse informed me how I lost my child.

    I started to laugh, wondered if 2 am was the right time to joke. She walked away and bought my child to me.

    So Beautiful I whispered. But why is she not crying anymore? The nurse replied. The baby is dead.

    Stunned, shocked and confused. A minute before she was wailing and now she is sleeping peacefully opposite to my bed.

    My sore breast secreted milk for her but I had no one to nurse.
    My body was weak but I was still willing to carry her.
    My eyes were teary, but I could see her lying on the table. Still.

    Why did you take her away when she belonged to me. I questioned the Lord but no answers came from the other side.

    I don't wish to let her go. But they take her away from me. I forgot my labour pain. But the pain of losing her was unmatched.

    No one allowed me to touch her. She was mine I screamed. Blood oozed out of my vagina, but I didn't care much.

    Still standing where I was, struggling to stand straight. I was losing myself the way I lost her. Tears flowed easily even without my knowledge.

    She was an angel and angels from the above came to pick their youngest member.
    ©alltimefamished

  • alltimefamished 13w

    Being a mother

    She spoke to her man, told him how she feels about being a mother of his child.

    He reluctantly replied "who knows whose baby are you carrying?"

    Tears slipped, but the hurt was etched in her heart.
    ©alltimefamished

  • alltimefamished 13w

    It ached!

    It ached each time he controlled me. It ached each time I couldn't stand for myself. It ached for my mother still believed that it's the best thing to listen to our husbands than putting our point. It ached when I slapped him and he was standing looking helpless. It ached for the burden within me, finally letting it loose.
    ©alltimefamished

  • queen_of_hearts_2nd 18w

    IN THE ARMS OF THE ANGELS 🎼

    🦋

    Now that you are gone
    Well what can I say
    Absolutely everything is wrong
    The star beyond shining so bright
    Is what I look at and think of you at night
    I love you so I need you but you are gone
    I did choose our very own song
    Fly mum fly but come and see me soon
    I will dream of you every night just to get me through
    I hope you are with grandad major your dad whom you missed so much
    I wonder even if it is beautiful as such
    They have taken the best mum anyone could have ever have wished for
    I held your cold hand, and wanted to hold onto you for ever more
    You taught me how to love how to live and how to be a mum that much is true
    I’ll make it through, I’ll struggle-without you
    Mum I cant stop crying I wished you knew
    Mummy I will never stop loving you




    ©queen_of_hearts_2nd

  • thoughts_of_eesh 22w

    There is no one else like mother. She loves you the most. She sacrificed lots of things for us. The way she cared for us, the way she feeds us, the peace we got sleeping on her lap, it is indescribable. There are lots of things she did for us which can't be measured. Thank you to all the mothers out there.
    Even if we thank her every time, it's not enough ☺️❤️

    @mirakeeworldwidewriter @writersnetwork @readwriteunite @hindiwriters @quotes_miraquill #mothers @hindiwriters @poetrydelivery @inu_bhat @sumiinked @inked_selenophile

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    Aaj bhi woh din yaad aata hai
    Jab tere god mein sar rakh ke sota tha

    Ab woh sukoon kahi aur kaha
    Teri jesi koi aur kaha

    ©thoughts_of_eesh

  • peachytae_ 25w

    ✨To all the mothers … THEY ARE THE BEST …. No one can take her place never ever …. She is your first best friend you have ever made…♥️May god bless all the mothers….share your experience with your mother when you were a kid 🤩were u naughty ??😋😉#special #mothers #best #love @miraquill @writersnetwork inspired by @ishikaaggarwal

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    To every mother

    ‘Mother’
    It’s just not a word
    It’s an emotion with full of love and care
    The only thing I want to say you ‘mumma I love you to the moons and back’ you will always remain my best friend no matter what happens.

    God made a beautiful mumma like you
    A mother who never grows old
    You have so many names mumma,mother,mum and many more..
    God made mother’s smile of the sunshine
    And he molded their hearts into pure gold…

    How did you get the energy,mom
    To do all the things you did
    To be my teacher,nurse,counselor
    To me when I was a kid.

    How did you do it all,mom
    Be a friend,cook and a chauffeur
    Yet find time to to be a playmate also
    I just can’t comprehend

    I see it now vividly
    It was all love that you gave me
    That made you come whenever I wanted you or whenever I called you
    Your inexhaustible love mommy

    I thank you for all the things you have done for me
    ©peachytae_

  • gada_ffi3 27w

    #mothers love #miraquill # poetscommunity # poets on instagram# mirakke # shout out to all the mothers out there

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    MAMA

    You take care of your own from the beginning to the end
    The good and bad days you there
    But no one can match up to your furry, no wonder storms are named after women

    Taught me to chase my dreams
    Made me a man but i"l always be your child
    Mama 'm grate and i just want to make you proud
    You always was a bad queen mama and so shall it remain
    Nothing beats a mothers love, it can only be misunderstood

    ©gada_ffi3

  • nitashha___ 28w

    Recalling the day ....Two years ago...when my Mom suddenly fell unconscious and her vitals dropped....
    The emergency ward was such a mess ,,I was feeling so so helpless..........
    There was no glucose stand....
    I stood up all night by handling it in my own hand...
    I was ready to do every possible thing to save my mother ....
    And yes God saved her ...
    But still whenever I remember that day I got goosebumps ...
    ©nitashha___

  • brianna_m_salmon 30w

    But what wound is greater,
    Than those left by a mother,
    The one that was supposed to love you like no other,
    What hurt runs deeper,
    Than the strike of her tongue,
    When she turns away her child,
    And takes back her love,

    For it really shall sting,
    Like a million angry wasps,
    When she washes away the womb love,
    You were always supposed to have,

    Because nine months isn't forever,
    And one day baby must walk,
    And it seems like when,
    Baby's knees don't bruise,
    And baby doesn't need help to clean her teeth,
    Then mommy's love will be removed,
    And baby is left with hurting.

    ©brianna_m_salmon

  • piyushalbus 32w

    सपनें

    बच्चों की परवरिश और अपने सपनों के बीच,
    अब भी उसका ये संघर्ष जारी है,
    यहाँ माँ होना कठिन तो है 'नफ़्र',
    माँ होकर सपने देखना उससे भी भारी है।

    ©piyushalbus

  • kingstarpoetry 32w

    मेरे पापा

    मेरे पापा
    आज फिर पलकों पर आँसू हैं
    आज फिर साँसें बेक़ाबू हैं
    सब यादें सिमट कर सामने से गुजरी जो
    वही आह बन के सीने में शामिल हैं
    आज फिर गले से लगा लो ना
    आज फिर गोद में उठा लो ना
    ना करूंगा अब ज़िद कोई यकीनन
    तुमसे एक बार हंस कर तुम बुला लो ना
    अब जब नहीं हैं तुम्हारे संग में हम
    आज सर पर हाथ को भी तरसे हम
    साथ थे जब तुम हौसले थे ज़िंदगी में
    मगर आज तेरे साथ को भी तरसे हम
    काश इन फ़ासलों को मिटा सकता में
    काश खुदा के घर से तुमको वापस ला सकता
    मैं कितना प्यार है तुमसे ये जता सकता
    मैं कितनी तुम्हारी ज़रूरत है बता सकता में
    आज फिर पलकों पर आँसू हैं
    आज फिर साँसें बेक़ाबू हैं
    ©kingstarpoetry

  • ekansh_original 33w

    "He might be busy in work, else he never forgets my birthday", mother said as lean back on a chair in an old age home.
    Mother's love overshadowed her disappointment yet again.
    ©ekansh_original

  • bulderme 34w

    A short story I decided to make. This actually happens to people all around the globe. All good things usually come to an end; it will happen to me one day. Please treat your mother's with care; anything can happen when you least expect it.

    #love #mothers

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    The Passing

    I lived a normal life;
    I was an only child raised by a widow.
    My dad had an accident;
    I was heart broken.
    I changed after this moment.

    My mother had a hard time paying the bills;
    I was spoiled, on the other hand.
    She loved me,
    But I treated her different.
    I was 17 when I went partying with friends;
    My mom got worried when I didn't return.
    I returned at 12:46 AM;
    Mother said hello;
    I was drunk at that time;
    I flipped her off and slammed my door.

    I heard crying that night;
    My emotions shuffled.
    I don't know how to react due to the alcohol.

    I went on a trip with my school;
    I was five states away.
    I talked and had fun with friends;
    At a museum in Oklahoma, in fact.

    The phone rang;

    It was for me.
    I answered calmly.
    "Hello, who is this?"
    I asked.
    A silent pause rang out.
    I heard crying at the other end of the phone;
    "Is everything okay?"
    I asked, a little urgently this time.

    "I didn't want this to happen,"
    "... Mother... Had and accident..."
    My sister cried through the phone.
    My heart sank to my feet;
    I didn't think this would happen so early.
    She died on the same highway as dad did;
    I was heart-struck.
    I threw the phone and ran out of the museum;
    A trail of tears streamed behind me.

    I had a rough year;
    I didn't know how to express my emotions.
    I had suicidal thoughts;
    I couldn't take it anymore.
    I remember,
    I treated her like a drunk.
    I don't want to think about this anymore.

    I reached for my pills and took a handful.

    I was lucky to still be alive.
    I am in therapy now.
    If you feel suicidal,
    Call the suicide hotline;
    They can really help.

    ©bulderme

  • anitabinjolabarthwal 34w

    मां बाप का फर्ज कभी पूरा नहीं होता
    मां बाप के सिवा कोई दूसरा नहीं होता

    ©anitabinjolabarthwal