Somebody’s Mother’s Hands Somebody’s mother’s hands,cradle the morning light—softly shapingthe day’s first smile.In her touch,the warmth of a sunbeam,folding comfortinto every crease.At night,these hands weavea quiet nest of dreams,for us to rest, safe. Meaning The poem centers around the nurturing role of a mother, particularly focusing on her hands as instruments of comfort and care….
Light for the Journey Mum, today you glow,a lighthouse on my shore.Your hands,once cradling me,now bless my own voyage.Eyes mirrorsoft dawns we shared,words ripplelike gentle streams.Through your love,I sail—anchored, yet free. Meaning The poem celebrates the nurturing and steadfast presence of the mother of the bride, symbolizing her as a guiding light. It reflects on…
Whispers of Alderaan In silence, stars still murmur tales,Old Alderaan, in beauty veiled.Its gleaming seas, now lost to space,Where echoes fade without a trace.Gone are the hills, lush and wide,And citadels that touched the sky.Leia’s realm, in peace once lain,Now just a memory, wrapped in pain.From tranquil dawn to tranquil end,The planet’s plea, we could…
Valentine’s Verse for Mom Roses are red,Violets are blue,Mom, today is special,Just like you.Chocolate hearts,Sweet and fine,None as dearAs this mom of mine.Your laugh, a song,Your hug, my shield,In your love,I forever yield.Today’s for you,Bright and warm,A celebrationOf a mother’s charm. Meaning This poem celebrates the unique and enduring love between a child and their…
In breaths shallow, the struggle lies,A wheeze that echoes through the sighs.Today we gather, share the plight,Lighting hope in chests held tight.Air, a gift, for all the same,Yet some grasp it like a flame.Awareness blooms in streets and halls,With posters bright on every wall.Each puff, a step, to calm the fears,Programs teach through all the…
Ink Against Shadows Shadows loom, greed’s veil,Yet pens charge, unfail.Words slice through the dark,Truth’s spark against stark.Echoes in halls of power,Journalists bloom, not cower.Ink floods the silent dread,Pages turn, fear shred.Corrupt thrones feel the quake,As presses roar, awake.Mighty fall from their lies,Under watchful scribes’ eyes.For every silenced voice,Another will rise, by choice.Bound by duty, driven…
Under the Eucalyptus In the grey of dawn, leafy homes awaken,Koalas cling to boughs, gently swaying.Each leaf a feast, a crunchy serenade,Silent munches mark the early parade.Fur like the mist on a cool May morn,Eyes holding secrets of the wild, reborn.Paws padded softly, they climb with grace,Masters of stillness in their leafy embrace.May third sings…
Gentle Blooms for Mom Sunlight catches every petal,Morning dew—a soft settle.Roses blush in gentle praise,Lilies dance in light’s soft rays.Daisies spread a simple smile,Tulips guard her steps awhile.Mom’s love, like blooms, unfurls,A quiet strength that softly swirls.Violets whisper shy delight,Marigolds, bold in sunlight.Each stem, each leaf, a silent ode,To the hands that gently sowed.Gardens flourish…
Quiet Grace In Kolkata’s alleys, under searing sun,She walked—a balm for those forgotten.Each step light, each touch a healing wave,In the margins, she found the souls to save.Her hands, small worlds of mercy vast,Turned humble meals into feasts to last.Eyes that saw the hurt and the unspoken need,A heart that moved with a selfless creed.She…
In Her Silence Tears trace where laughter lived,Stark echoes fill her room.Each corner holds a memory,Each shadow, a bit of gloom.Her hands, once warm with caring,Now cold; they fold in prayer.A mother’s heart, a broken beat,A weight too great to bear.The stars blink back her sorrow,The night shares her quiet cries.Hope flutters on a gentle…
