(celebrating the mother in her...)
The joyous path of motherhood is laden with scores of rejects, hurts and brunts.
One meant for the strong, witty, passionate and proactive on all fronts.
A lifelong adventurous calling and ministry it so very well flaunts .
This is a testament to the demands, struggles, pains and betrayals they face without getting burnt .Her emergence is the brightness and illumination of creativity.
Her tender love and care, the bedrock of motivation and alacrity.
Her beauty radiates the fire and impetus for life's possibilities .
Her drills and thrills shapen and mould the crown of civility.When she smiles, the whole world with joy warms up .
When she frowns, fiery eruptions and chasms line up .
When she laughs, peace, tranquility and harmony open up
And when she turns up, nature and the entire cosmos in jubilation add up.Fearless, you rise in courage and surmount all obstacles
Dauntless, in battles you come out victorious over every shackle.
Breathless, you leave the men, when your glory and aura tickle.
Speechless, we all stand lost in awe as we chop your knuckles.Las las, we all will end up singing your praise
Knowing that in your incubator we all were raised.
Your love and sacrifices are so intricate like a magnificent maze.
We are so blessed, favoured and gifted to behold your charming gaze.

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Fikki's Diary. A collection of ecstatic poems on love, romance and passions.
PoetryEver wondered why I never left and said goodbye? Ever thought of what's like waking up without you and pretend everything was fly? Sometimes we hold back breaking down, just to cage back the hurt and cry. Truth is, love always humbles and conquers...