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  • _hamna_ 22m

    Self less

    The only self less love that you can ever receive is from your mother


  • myriad_fervour 17h

    She never says me that she loves me,
    But she always waits for me at dinner table,
    She never says she loves me to moon and back,
    But she feeds me with her hands,
    She sometimes shouts at me,
    But she always kisses my forehead when I sleep,
    Why she does this?
    She cares for me , I can feel that ,
    So why she doesn't say it,
    I guess words 'I love You' is just a phrase for her,
    Her action speaks louder than this phrase,
    Ma , why you love me this unconditional and still words cannot sum up it.

    Aditi Banerjee

  • anonymous12345 18h

    Miss you mom

    I'll do my best to
    make you happy Mom!!

  • mackruis 1d

    After all this struggles and unlucky time , still you choose to survive, moving on forward with whatever you got to achieve because, you never wanted to waste the worth of staying inside the mother's womb for complete 10 month's... The place were you never feel if its bright or dark, its all been taught by your mother.. Life is nothing without a mother around...


  • tejkush_always_happy 1d


    ✍ माँ को हमारी गलती में भी अच्छाई नज़र आती है प्यार नज़र आता है तो हमें क्यू नहीं माँ की कुछ जानी अंजानी गलतियों में प्यार नहीं नज़र आता है हम क्यू उन्हें डाँटते है या ऐसी वैसी बाते कहते हे की तुम्हे तो कुछ पता ही नहीं चलता या तुम्हारा तो दिमाग ही काम नहीं करता हा ये सच बात है की माँ शायद बदलते ज़माने को नहीं समझ पाती होगी पर माँ ने हमें इस काबिल बनाया है प्यार दिया है की हम बदलते ज़माने को समझ सके और वक़्त के साथ ~ साथ चल सके माँ तू माँ नहीं मेरा सब कुछ है और हम ज्यादा कुछ नहीं कहना चाहते है माँ के लिए जितना कहु या लिखूँ उतना कम है मैं बस यही कहूंगा की माँ तूने है मुझे बनाया !

  • weird_mayu1424 1d

    She loves me more than I'll ever know ,
    And I love her more than I'll ever show.

  • anmol_singhal 1d

    Momma’s Boy got scared

    On our way to the temple situated at the outskirts of the city, after switching driving responsibility with my dad; I jumped into the backseat of the car and laid my head on mommy's lap. As she waved her warm palm across my forehead suddenly plethora of thoughts sprinting in mind halted, suddenly the noise falling in my ears was sampled off, suddenly I began to feel flow of energy in every inch of my body, suddenly the cruel sun rays felt warm, suddenly the jarring horns began to sound rhythmatic, suddenly the bowing trees across the edges of the road turned into a tranquil den and suddenly my eyes got awestruck at her smiling face.
    I got scared...
    I got scared seeing interference of whites in her sable hair, I got scared seeing her smile being surrounded by frowns, I got scared seeing her dazzling eyes being empowered by tear troughs, I got scared seeing her vibrant skin turning blue. These inevitable transformations were being overlooked by fast rotating needles of my watch and this was what scared me the most.
    She was successful in smiling through her scars lately, but now they were being highlighted, she was successful in faking her enthusiastic and dynamic personality lately but now her aging attire was acquiring the throne.
    I never realized that the brightness of my christmas tree was being ice capped. I was not alarmed seeing her senescence, but was intimidated with rounds I had on my dial, to spend with her.
    The dial offered inadequate time for me to learn to walk alone on the dusky paths, to face eerie stillness and inky backdrop of nights, to fall from high cliff and swing back high, to keep knots of social circle she forged tied up firmly and to embrace her in my arms and
    Apologize for all the times I howled on her, all the times I said “ I am busy”, all the times I ignored her urge to learn fancy gadgets, all the times when I preferred cafes over her “ Rajma rice ”, all the times I showcased my immature understanding and disobeying her wise experience.

    Sudden breaks applied I escaped my subconscious state, A midway restaurant came and my mom whispered in my ears “ Son get up, I bought your favourite Aloo Ke Paranthas”.
    I got up and opened door of the car for her and held her hand tightly and promised to myself
    “ My hand will be her stick for her upcoming winter days”.

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  • sunflower2001 2d

    Ek wonder

    Ek lê hier in my bedjie
    En ek dink n bietjie

    Jy wonder nou waar aan ek dink
    Kom ek lig jou sommer n bietjie in

    Ek wonder oor die toekoms wat voor lê
    En wat ek graag wil hê

    Ek wonder oor party mense wat ek ken
    Wat ek dink is dalk bietjie kens

    Ek wonder oor my ma
    En wat sy daar bo maak

    Ek wonder oor alles waar deer ek was
    En gaan dit in my tas nog kan pas

    Ek wil die verlede graag van my rug af kry
    Maar ek bly dit te vermy

    Ek wonder wanneer gaan ek dit reg kry
    Dat mense kan sien niks sal my onder kry

    Ek wonder watter mense is rerig daar vir my
    En wie se draaitjie ek nog moet af sny

    Al wat ek weet is
    Ek gaan aan hou swem soos n vis

    -R. Du plessis

  • tanu_15 3d

    My Love

    In search of my love..
    I was not knowing that..
    I crossed the heaven..

  • arunkrishnavivekananthan 3d

    Her Voice

    Her Voice isn't good as cuckoo's

    Her voice doesn't sounds like a melody

    But her voice is the most amazing thing to hear because she always speaks soulfully with so much love and care.

    Her voice is my lullaby when i can't get to sleep even in my late 20's. And that's how beautiful it is♥️

  • priyanshu__ 4d

    @baate_dil_ki @radhika_123456 @smita_writes @keentiwari @preetkanwal @sumana_chakraborty @piu_writes @archanatiwari_tanuja @_greatwriter #mother #mom #motherlove #poem

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    I've always counted on you to be there for me and you always were.
    I've counted on you to tell me right from erroneous when I wasn't sure.

    I would come to you when I cerebrated I didn't have a friend in this world.
    I conjecture if I were an oyster you would be my shining pearl.

    Whenever I was hurting I could always count on you to facilitate my pain.
    I've came to you with so many quandaries, yet you've never repine.

    I know times have transmuted and we verbalize less and less each day.
    But though our mouths don't verbalize, our hearts have much to verbally express
    I've come to you with broken heart, lamentable dreams and all.
    And you made realize that you will always be there to catch me if I fall.

    I'm so jubilant to have you in my life when things go erroneous
    Because I ken when I verbalize with you that my quandary will be transitory.

    You've been a mother to me as well as my best friend throughout the years.
    When I had nightmares, you were there in juxtaposition of me to chase away my trepidations.

    When I was sick, you were always there contiguous to my bedside.
    You invigorated me to hold on when I mentally conceived I was going to die.

    I conjecture I never realized how much having you in my life authentically designated.
    Out of all the moms I could have had, I'm ecstatic it was you who God sent.

    Love you mom


    Words meaning

    erroneous: incorrect
    quandaries : difficult situation
    trepidations : feeling fear
    juxtaposition: placing two or more things side by side

    Note: this poem am dedicating to all my elder sisters whom i treat as my mother too and my mom too
    After reading this poem , am sorry if i made you cry tagging all my moms...

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  • aniket_ki_kalam 4d


    मेरे लफ़्ज़ों में, सांसों में और दिल में
    बस तेरा और तेरा ही ज़िक्र है।
    ना, ना,ना ......
    "मां" मैं तेरी ही बात कर रहा हूं।

  • an_ordinary_girl24 4d


  • k_magination 5d


    "உனக்கு என்ன கவலை உண்டு"
    என அவளின் தோழி சொல்ல, தன் புன்னகையை மட்டுமே பதிலாக தந்தாள்.

    சொந்த வீடு, வாகனம் மற்றும் இரண்டு பிள்ளைகளும் நன்றாக படித்து கொண்டிருக்கிறார்கள், அது மட்டுமே பிறர் கண்களுக்குத் தெரிகிறது. சாலையோரத்தில் அதிகாலையில் இருந்து வியாபாரம் செய்வதால் பாதுகாப்பு இல்லாத தொழிலும் உறுதி இல்லாத வருமானமும் யார் கண்களுக்குத் தெரிகிறது? எவ்வளவு கடினமான இருந்தாலும் தன் குடும்பத்திற்காகவும் பிள்ளைகளுக்காகவும் இருபது வருடங்களாக அத்தொழிலை செய்து வருகிறாள்.அவளுக்கு, உதிக்கும் சூரியனின் வெப்பம் குளிரானது; சாலையின் தூசி ஆக்ஸிஜன் (oxygen) ஆனது; வாகனத்தின் சத்தம் அவள் காதுகளுக்கு இனிமையான இசையானது. குளிர், வெயில், மழை என வானிலை பார்க்காமல், கிடைக்கும் வருமானம் கொஞ்சமாக இருந்தாலும் தன் திறமையினால் கச்சிதமாக குடும்பத்தை நடத்தி வருவது யார் கண்களுக்குத் தெரிகிறது?

  • ashmita272 5d

    I lost myself in you!! ❤

    The day I found you,
    I lost myself in you

    I laughed with you,
    You laughed with me,
    N I lost myself in you

    I cried to you,
    You cried with me,
    N I lost myself in you ❤

    You hold my hand,
    You kissed my soul,
    N I lost myself in you

    You made me shine,
    You made me complete
    And I lost myself in you!!!

  • sourabhbhaduka 1w

    (दहेज़ )

    एक बाप ने शादी मैं अपनी बेटी देदी,
    और लोग ट्रक मैं देख रहे है की दहेज़ मैं क्या दिया हैं !


  • angelictenacity 1w

    A poem from my son �� #proudmom #youngpoet #poetry #mom #poet

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    Mom, your love is a mystery.
    How can you do it all? 
    You’re always there.
    Your love protects me day after day, so I’m safe and sound.
    I feel that I can do anything whenever you’re around.
    Mom, your love is a mystery.
    I haven’t got a clue why you love me?
    But I am thankful to have someone who loves me as much as you do.

    By: Xavier Guzman 


  • _sanjaysingh_ 1w

    मेरी माँ के होठों पे जब कभी हँसी खिलती है!
    यकीन मानो मुझे दुनिया बड़ी हसीन लगती है!

    वो जब सर पे , हाथ रखकर देती है दुवाएँ!
    दुनिया की हर मुश्किल आसान लगती है!

    कभी जब आंख लगती है , माँ की गोद में मेरी!
    तो मानो रूह मेरी बाग-ए-जन्नत टहलती है!

    -संजय सिंह यादव

  • dhirendrasbisht 1w


  • _self_learned 3d

    When we fall ill

    You may remember the last time you fell ill

    Having hot soups and taking pills

    Sometimes it is a beautiful bliss

    All relatives giving money with a casual kiss

    Enjoy the doctor's advised holiday

    But 'you should study' is what my mother say

    The monsoonal months are very crucial

    They test your mind and body's potential

    After every sneeze, which is unpleasant and bad

    I hear scoldings from my caring dad

    So, illness is not that much bad

    You only have to change the perspective you earlier had