While filling the form for a credit card
Against occupation I wrote, am a bard.
The clerk said Madam, your real occupation.
I blurted, heading a small organization.
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A wonderful motherly poem. Motherhood and life transformed into tulips. Realities sublimed.............10/10. Regards Naseer
This is a fantastic write Mamta....the subtle humour and the overall general writing style..A belated Happy Mother's Day to you...Hope you were cheered up with the tulips from Amsterdam...10+++
Finally, did you? ? Nice poem, touching sentiments (heart-warming mother-son bit) . Thanks for sharing this poem....There's some part of in life that is so familiar... Cheers. Subroto
Your fine character shows in every line of this poem story. I hope that you enjoyed your tulips from Holland.10 with a smile, Mamta. Love, SandraX
Mamta ji, since we have met and I know well, I must say this writing is a piece of realism where you had a true story to tell! But you are a luck mother to receive tulips from your son - all the way from Holland! The old Chinese proverb says that when you develop 'a man' we think of 'generations and future years'! A man must chose his vocation, something close to his heart, things he always wanted to do, but never had the time to.....! History & Philosopy resides in my veins, what I like the best! It shall keep flowing out of me, till I am put to rest! ! For your poem 10+++ as always! - Raj Nandy
an interesting write mam with a subtle humour right through...have a great mother's day
It seems time hasn't yet arrived for you for availing Vanprastha, Mamta...and there sure is a reason for you to feel happy about it! I liked the soft humour you mix with your beautifully flowing write...wish you a happy Mother's Day...10
Happy Mother's Day, Madam. Motherhood is a really challanging task, you have delineated it with good sense of humour and in flowing poetry. CP
Each line here is a sprinkle on my dry land Dear poet, these sprinkles worth helping to bud. Tiny bits, easy to digest than the gulp Inch by inch, 'reasoning' crept into my pulp. Wonderful write. Enjoyed to the brim.
absolutely awesome true embodiment of mother india... LIike a good mother, I tried to give him roots and wings And always calmly took in stride his mood swings. I have visions of chasing, in my verdant abode, butterflies at leisure He can't tempt me with Europe and its historical or other treasures. gret poetry mamtaji only ten an cheers galore