The Idol Of Mother Poem by Pallab Chaudhury
The Idol Of Mother
Therefore
it's a life- because of the renewal mechanism...
The budding of leaves on naked branches
and twigs to cover up the wound
after the heal...
Should we believe
On our luck and say- We are Her puppets?
Just lost the crop due to the recent flood
and before I could come out from the hard time
a slight chillness is felt there in the air!
The cloud seems to be radar-less...
There's no reason to think
Except that of the beautiful season.
Trial beats of dram are heard
to come from far away; ...What does it say?
It's the time for the festive autumn;
The fresh clay is being dug out to make ready
the idol of mother again...
(Dated: 07-08-2018)
There is budding of leaves on naked branches And twigs to cover up the wound after the heal.. very poetic and so meaningful poem.. tony
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8/20/2025 7:55:16 PM # 1.0.0
Budding of leaves on branches gives us wonderful perceptions and message of renewal. The renewal mechanism is well reflected in festival where the idol of mother is placed and worshiped. An amazing sharing is done really. This is an excellent poem...10
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