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MOTHERS: GODDESSES IN DISGUISE by Vidya Chetan

Today I was thinking of some of the precious possessions I have in my life, my mother being on the very top of my list...

Not only for me, but Mothers are most valued, next to God, for all the creations on this earth. Without my own mother, I cannot even imagine how I would have survived a single day! Her unconditional love and care is unparalleled with any other relation I have in my whole life, no matter which new relations I make.

Therefore, I bow my head to my own mother and all mothers, who sacrifice much happiness only to see the smiling faces of their children. I wish that the kids who grow up to ignore their mothers realize their mothers' value and give their mothers due gratitude and importance by taking special care of them in their old age. For mothers have big hearts that only know how to love. At least, mine did. 



Mothers: Goddesses in Disguise!
by Vidya Chetan

I can't remember much of my childhood,
as I grow those days are forgotten,
yet they were made precious by mom,
who cared for us, forfeiting her time and
priceless moments when we disturbed her, naively.

Still, without complaining, she took care of us,
without taking care of herself,
 praying only for the happiness of her kids,
 getting worried when our faces became slightly gloomy.

My mother showed me the world of reading and writing,
For which I am obligated to her!
She taught me to believe in fairy legends,
and in myself.

Once we become steady, we overlook the first lessons 
of how our mothers taught us to walk and talk,
yet we didn't grow up by our own efforts 
but by the sweat and toil of our mothers' very souls.

Supportive and assisting in bad times,
unveiling patience and benevolence,
she who does not leave us under any circumstance.

"Mom, you are the goddess in my life!
My goddess: who knows to shower only love upon me!
Something, I sadly, may only truly comprehend
 when you are no more."

No words can express the gratitude for mother's sacrifices.
As long as mother stays with us,
we are always children in her eyes
held in her protective hands and prayers.

"You are the most perceptible, tangible goddess in my life!
You, who made me, and taught me perseverance.
You who were always there for people in need."

I cannot offer my mother better praise than with poetry,
expressing how my heart is devoted 
to this goddess in my life!



Vidya Chetan: A blogger on social and environmental issues surrounding current events, Vidya is deeply inspired and motivated by Nature’s green beauty, which she finds both calming and energizing to her soul. As such, spirituality and Nature are closely linked for Vidya: a theme she often writes about with much passion. As a full time working professional in a corporate atmosphere, Vidya finds that the meditative practice of writing poems helps calm her mind, relieve tension and keep her sane. Her debut poetry book, Song of Soul was published in 2012. An ardent fan of Wordsworth and Gibran, Vidya finds solace in their works, which relieve her of her tensions and worries.

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