Mother's Day Today I am not composing a poem. I feel like having a deep conversation with you. Sometimes, talking feels so good; like a therapy to calm your soul. All you need is a good listener who listens to you with all their dedication. Right, no? Well, this is a piece of love from a mother's diary. When the first rays of Sunshine strike the Earth, the earth smiles, and this happiness is felt inside a woman when she creates a life within herself. And this feeling is above all worldly pleasures. Maybe she feels herself to be on cloud nine? She must have felt this way, wouldn't have she? It seems as if happiness personified, the face glows like a rose, flying in beautiful coloured butterflies. The woman carries a life within her as a pearl inside an oyester. When the little baby spreads its legs within the womb, that feeling is enough for the mum to strive on. Time passes by, and finally the woman goes through a ton of pain to bring a life to this world....
Aliveness is about ease; But it is not easy Love is for happiness; But it's not a fondness of pain || The path, the destination and the hustle; Is not meant for everyone. We take a step, we halt; Mellow out and start again || We stumble upon, manoeuvre, We break down; wear out. And that's how we find Courage || These depths, those heights; The strictures; the flabbiness, The misty daylight silhouettes. Nothing lasts forever || The glistening leaves on boughs and twigs; Fall down in a breezy autumn twilight. The tender greens; Are footed in a brisk. But the continuity never ends || Hail! Spring comes back; With leaves sprouting on trees, Gentle and sweet sunshine; Quivers our heart || And a new ray of hope is sighted; For life is about ease- But it is not easy || ~ Hena Kausar