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My 1st collection of short poems on mother

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    • Child’s first loveAAKASH STUDENTS 2011-2013 A Mother’s Public School Production
    • My MotherSea waves,golden sands, pilgrims’ faith,Rameswaram Mosque Street, all merge into one,My Mother !You come to me like heaven’s caring arms. I remember the war days when life was challenge and toil-Miles to walk, hours before sunrise,Walking to take lessons from the saintly teachings near thetemple.Again miles to the arab teaching school,Climb sandy hills to the Railway Station Road,Collect, distribute newspapers to temple city citizens,Few hours after sunrise, going to school.Evening , business time before study at night.All this plan of a young boy,My Mother you transformed into pious strengthWith kneeling and bowing five timesFor the Grace of the Almighty only, My Mother.Your strong piety is your children’s strength,You always shared your best with whoever needed the most,You always gave, and gave with faith in Him.I still remember the day when I was ten,Sleeping on your lap to the envy of my elder brothers andsisters i
    • It was full moon night, my world only you knewMother ! My Mother !When at midnight I woke with tears falling on my kneeYou knew the pain of your child, My Mother.Your caring hands, tenderly removing the painYour love, your care, your faith gave me strengthTo face the world without fear and with His strength.We will meet again on the great Judgement Day, My Mother! APJ Abdul Kalam ii
    • ACKNOWLEDGEMENTWe the students of Mother’s Public School wish to express ourgratitude to all the peoples involved in writing this book whowere very generous in sharing their time and knowledge withus.Our special thanks goes to the English Dept. for encouragingus to start this initiative and guiding all the way to make it asuccessful one.Thanks to GOOGLE and MAA TARINI CYBERCAFE for enrichingus with their support beyond measures. iii
    • Book Development CommitteeLiterary Assistors : Amrita Choudhry Sarmistha MishraChief Editors : Mayank Agarwal Anshuman DasCo-editors : Runu Sundar Ray Sweta Ranjeeta Disha SahooDesigned By : Sibanwita MohantyChief Co-coordinators : Nikita Samal J. Rajesh KumarGuided By: Sonie PattnaikPublished By: Mother’s Public School iv
    • CONTENTS1. Hands of an Angel Nikita Samal2. Mother Suprita Pradhan3. Oh! Maa... Sibanwita Mohanty4. My Mother is crying Anshuman Das5. Mother-My Guide Nitisha Panda6. Mother Earth Prakruti Patel7. Love∞ Mayank Agarwal8. Life without Mother Shubham Pati v
    • 1 Hands of an Angel Her hands held me gently from the day I took my first breath, Her hands helped to guide me as I took my first step. Her hands held me close whenthe tears would start to fall,Her hands were quick to show me that she would take care ofit all....Her hands were there to brush my hair on straighten awayward bow,Her hands were always there to comfort the hurts that din’talways show.Her hands helped hold the stars in place and encouraged meto reach,Her hands would clap and cheer and praise when I capturedthem at length.Her hands would also push me, though not down or in harmfulway,Her hands would punctuate the words , just to do what I say. 1
    • Her hands sometimes had to be disciplined to help bend thisyoung tree,Her hands would shape and mould me into all that she know Icould be....Her hands are now twisting with age and years of work,Her hands now need my gentle touch to rub away the hurt.Her hands are more beautiful than anything can be,Her hands are the reason I am me!...Now can you guess which angel is she...‘MAA’ and she’s no more than anything in this world to me! -Nikita Samal 2
    • 2 MotherShe is the shadow in the hot sun.She is the one who cheers you to have fun.She is the one who wipes out your tears.She doesn’t want you to cry.She is the one who helps you for the first step.She is the one who bears all mishap.She is the one who bears all tearsShe will never say you good bye.And that’s my Mama, sees the right.And that’s your Mama , by your side.She is better than your best friend & that’s true.She will never leave you.My heaven lies beneath her feet.She’s the kinda one who’s never discrete.From the problems she will never retreat.One to rely... 3
    • Yes, we all do hurt her many times.Yes, we make her cry too sometimesEven then she’s our sunshine.Lighting our life so bright.... - Suprita Pradhan 4
    • 3 Oh! Maa...The very first word a child would utter is always Maa, mummy, mom, mumma, mooma…Oh Maa, you filled my days with rainbow light,fairy tales and sweet dream night.With so much ease you take away my fears,With so much love you wipe out my tears.Your tender care and your hands in my hair,Your gentle touch and your love sofair.I thank you for you’ve given me thegift of life,Your deep warm hugs and your tipsto fly.I love you, oh MaaI love you so much….I am nothing without you,You are my heart and my soul.I hope when you think of me,A part of you, you’ll always see in me. 5
    • Twinkle twinkle little star..How I wonder what you are!Right inside my heart you lieYou are my MOM, my cutie pie!! - Sibanwita Mohanty 6
    • 4 My mother is cryingBetween the planet Venus and MarsLies mother Earth,Which we say is oursBut who do really cares ?Once it was so beautifulFully clean and green But now it seems To be a dream. Trees are its life But we take it so light So light we take, that We never stop to cut But with each and every cutWe make her life short.It is so calm, so composed and silentBut one day it will become violentSo violent it will become,That every creatureWill suffer in the future. 7
    • Before it is too long,Let us join our handsNot to do any wrongSave O’ save her,Or soon she will meet her end…… - Anshuman Das 8
    • 5 Mother-My guide You are my guide Always be my side You show me the right way Each and everydayYour teachings have helped me in everyway,You are a great teacher, I must say….Oh my motherYou are my guideAlways be my side…. -Nitisha Panda 9
    • 6 Mother EarthOh! Mother Earth…To us you have given birth ,You give us food and water,I am your beloved daughter.You are to us so kind,But towards most of your kindness, man is blind.These blessed stills cuts your trees,To us you give such cool breeze.Oh! Mother Earth…To us you have given birth.You nurture us with so much love,For whatever need you are our treasure trove.You teach us to be kind,To everyone, small or blind.You are the source of all,Be it a planted river or waterfall. 10
    • Oh! Mother Earth…To us you have given birth.You do care for us,Patiently, without asking for a fee.To love and to serve God,To be free and not to be bound. -Prakruti Patel 11
    • 7 Love∞ Those many waiting weeks, You carried me. I felt the pulse of your love,When yet I had not learn’d to breathe.And my heartbeat echoed your own,And then you welcomed meA screaming bundle of workAnd taught me of love.In the caress of your tired embrace,Tired from the love of labor for me.As I clutched your work worn hand,You showed me my rich inheritance.A world of people,All mine to love.You taught me the wonder of things unseen,The vastest love of all..... -Mayank Agarwal 12
    • 8 Life without MotherIt is like tolling of the bellsthis morning.It is almost dawn but still dark.I am awake, but away inmy own head.I think about you, and Wonder if I should askif you miss her.I am working,Silent in the particle darknessI watch my own mothersleeping on the sofa.Often times I have feltso much hate herfor so much pain she bringsfor so many stupid moves.But seeing her sleeping thereI realize how much I love her,My blessing, my mother. 13
    • There are so many of my friends.Who feel the sameone , whose mother verbally abuses herone, whose mother only feeds her own addictionsand you whose mother casts herself awayfrom you as though you do not exist.She sleeps ,and I feel so lucky.She sleeps and I actually miss herI miss her while she sleepsAnd I wonder if I should askYou if you miss her.I know you do -Shubham Pati 14