Unadulterated Love

Update!

Yes it has been a while since my last(and only) post :D.Well, my problem is that I have too many varied interests in life!Now that I am home, I have reconciled with my love for football(Man U till the end!!) and my love for art.This has kept me occupied and left me no time to think or write. However, in the meantime I have tried to get the hang of blogging and made my blog a tad bit prettier and colourful.Thanks to Antara, who pointed out the obvious faults...:) .So its Mother's Day tomorrow, what could be a better excuse for a poem dedicated to my mum...So here you go, this ones for my mum and all the amazing one's out there..:)

Unadulterated Love

Being a Mother is an intricate art in itself

A job whose contract never ends

For even after she has crossed to the other side

She still serves as a guiding light, as a source of strength

Motherhood brings out a new personality

Life becomes an elaborate web of procured qualities

For once where she was selfish

She has now learned to sacrifice

For once where she lived for herself

She has now learned to live for others

For once where she had her own dreams

She has now started to build her child's

It is an unremitting job with no pay no accolades

Yet this job she willingly does

The only dream she keeps 

Is to see her child happy and successful

To be someone maybe once she had dreamt to be

She is a sacred being

Created for Atheists

So they could have something to believe in

Something to keep their humanity intact

She is the one who understands our baby jargon

She is the one who is ever sanguine

Her love is one of the few things

left pure and unadulterated 

She is a mother 

She is strong

She will love

She will care

Whether or not her child is fair

Authors note:

By fair here it of course does not imply to ones skin tone..:D

In no way do I wish to offend the Atheists, myself being one. I wrote so because I believe that is is necessary to believe in something pure, something good, something we love to stay on the right path.Some find this in God, some in nature and some in their Mother..

This poem is inspired by one of my favorite books 'Mother' by the Russian author Zoya Voskresenskaya.