Mother India

11 Aug

She’s crazy in parts
She giggles and sings
She twirls on her toes
Till it giddiness brings

Her hair is bedecked
With ribbons and flowers
Her silky attire
Is all sequined with stars.

She sprinkles the land
With verdant rich fields.
From the milk in her breasts
The rivers she feeds.

She’s a pretty cool mother
She moves with the times
She’s not much of a stickler
For metre or rhyme.

If her kids get into squabbles
She doesn’t throw a fit
She knows that sooner or later
By her knees , they will sit.

Sometimes she leads them through alleys
Of her wonderful past
And they listen to the whisperings
Of a pure wisdom that lasts.

That done, she blows bubbles
Like a carefree village belle
And then scoots over the highway
To where the city lights dwell.


Posted by on August 11, 2011 in India, Poetry



5 responses to “Mother India

  1. fiveloaf

    September 10, 2011 at 8:26

    this poem gets me into smiles! tq for coming by nadira..

  2. Sharp Little Pencil

    August 17, 2011 at 8:26

    Oh, this shows so much love for Mother India! My aunt and uncle used to live there and they would tell me about the sunsets, the birds, the people most of all, the people… lovely, Nadira! Amy

  3. Shivaja

    August 15, 2011 at 8:26

    beautifully woven and simple poem Nadira,great!

  4. souldipper

    August 12, 2011 at 8:26

    What a family this mother has! I bow with respect to her having raised children who know the power of inner worlds and Love.

  5. liv2write2day

    August 11, 2011 at 8:26

    You seem to have such ease with rhythm and rhyme. I left a comment on your great haiku at my blog, too. Thanks for sharing.


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