by Shahida Latif
Mother: bounteous blessing,
A sheltering shield, fragrant flower,
Gurgling founting fountain of love,
Incarnated patience and sacrifice;
She cares least,
For her own appetite and dress,
When her own children remain,
Unfed, undressed.
She tosses on the bed,
When they are ill disposed,
She bleeds, receives pain,
When they are hit or tumbling fall.
She wraps them in her grace,
When calamities to them encroach.
Fortunate are those who find her,
In her dotage and patiently,
Serve, obey and adore,
And get her good wishes,
Being murmured upon her lips,
When she departs to the world next.
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ABOUT THE POET ~
Hi! I am Shahida Latif from Pakistan, I am the author of many books of Urdu poetry and one novel Saath Ishq "Seven Love Legends". In my poetic career I made several tours abroad and participated in seminars and poetry reading sessions, during the international tours I was asked by the literary figures to write in English as well, so I wrote my first poetry book in English, titled "Drop The Weapons", consisting of 70 poems. The book will be soon brought out, before the month of August 2011. I have been appreciated a lot by the readers. I hate bloodshed in the world, when any one is killed in war or in any conflict my heart weeps, I through my poetry want to give the message to humanity to end war and it is the easiest to do so, just drop the weapons, enlarge your zones of acceptance, consider all men and women are children of the same parents; we can make the world more and more beautiful with love and patience and by preferring others interests to ours. It is the only way to maintain peace in the world, open your eyes and minds lest it should be too late. Love and peace for all.Shahida Latif
Last updated June 26, 2011