Mother’s Bonding

Poet / Author : Biswajit Ganguly

Publication Month and Year:

May, 2010

Publisher:
Lulu.com

ISBN:
978-0-557-45922-3

Copyright:
For Poems : Copyright © 2010 Biswajit Ganguly [who is the author/poet of this book]
For Illustrations and sketches used on front cover, back cover and inside the book of ‘Mother’s
Bonding’) : Copyright © 2010 Biswajit Ganguly [the only sketch in the book was hand drawn by
Biswajit Ganguly and illustrations were designed by Biswajit Ganguly]

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 About The Poet
Biswajit Ganguly is a 29 years old man from Kolkata, who is at present working as a web content writer
in a Kolkata based web development company. He did his B.Sc. (graduation) under Calcutta University
and then completed DOEACC A level (equivalent to Post Graduate Diploma in Computer
Application). He had a flair for writing from his early childhood and now after a long struggle, his
dreams are getting into shapes. He has already written two books on poems titled, ‘Love Exposed’ and
‘Poetic City Life’(A sequel of the book is also published titled, ‘Poetic City Life, Second Edition’,
consisting of more poems than the first book). His poems have been published in websites like
poemhunter.com. He is also a blogger (website: http://imaginealljobs.blogspot.com/ ) and loves to
write articles on various subjects.

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 Other Books From
The Author/Poet, Biswajit Ganguly
Category: Poetry

Love Exposed
ISBN: 978-0-557-36064-2
Purchase Link: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/love-exposed/8471702
[Kindly search Lulu.com with the book name or author’s name if the link doesn’t work]

Poetic City Life

ISBN: 978-0-557-40419-3
Purchase Link: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/poetic-city-life/8592085
[Kindly search Lulu.com with the book name or author’s name if the link doesn’t work]

Poetic City Life, Second Edition

ISBN: 978-0-557-43727-6
Purchase Link: http://www.lulu.com/content/paperback-book/poetic-city-life-second-
edition/8692142
[Kindly search Lulu.com with the book name or author’s name if the link doesn’t work]

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 Dedication
This book is dedicated to my mother Smt. Reena Ganguly, my grandmother Smt.
Minati Pathak and to all past, present and future mothers of my planet, Mother
Earth.

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 Acknowledgement

This book is acknowledged

To the mothers worldwide,
Wherever a mother is present,
You can see heaven’s light.

Our journey of life

Begin from the flesh and blood of mothers
Mother’s care for her child is original
Irrespective of cultural or regional barriers.

Writing this book comes from

My personal gratitude for my mother
All I want is my poetry
To please her.

My mother is the cause

For all of my achievements,
I really care for her
Contributions and sentiments.

Mothers work whole-heartedly

To give their son life’s glory and fame,
Still majority of us don’t keep in touch with them,
You can call that a great shame.

Mothers around the world

Can read this book for satisfaction and fun,
Words of this book has come
From the heart of a mother’s son.

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Send me your feedback
On poetic lines of this book
Comments from current and future mothers
Will give this book a new look.

Let your ideas and feedback

About the book to come,
Here are my email ids
biswajit20793@gmail.com and biswajit1.ganguly@yahoo.com

Author Contact [for readers, media, critics, agents and publishers]

Name: Biswajit Ganguly

Address: Tirupari Apartment, Flat-1B, 133, Dakshindari Road, Kolkata-700048, West Bengal, India
Phone: 9432242905
Email: biswajit20793@gmail.com and biswajit1.ganguly@yahoo.com

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 Index
My Innocent Mother 10

Poor Mother’s Dream 11

She Is My God 13

Why My Mother Is Different? (Poetry Type: Abc Poem) 14

Mother’s Day 15

Mother, Please Come Back… 16

Chocolate 17

My School Was Open… 18

Giving And Taking (Poetry Type: Haiku) 20

Tears Of Life (Poetry Type: Haiku) 21

Growth With Time ( Poetry Type: Haiku ) 22

My Doll Katie (Poetry Type: Limerick) 23

Mother Nature 24

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Woman’s Most Precious Role-Playing 26

Armyman’s Mother 27

Support 28

Animal Vs. Human Mothers 29

My Supportive Mother 30

Agonies Of A Working Mom 32

The Sacred Mother 34

My Village Mother 35

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 Poems

My Innocent Mother

She is the Goddess of innocence

Who keeps her patience
When I clear my frustration on something
To calm down her kid, she will sing
The song of hope, love and peace
And I will sleep hearing my mother’s bliss,
All my little complex tensions will be over hence,
It is because of my mother’s child caring innocence.

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Poor Mother’s Dream

Poor mother dreamt

Her son will be rich one day,
She sold out her jewels and ornaments
To finance son’s education in any way.

Her son unwillingly went to study

A costly international course,
There he managed to skip classes
For some wicked causes.

He wrote back to his mother

That he needed more money,
Poor mother sold half of the land she acquired
The money was sent quickly to her honey.

Son used the hard earned money

To gamble and on his girl friends,
Poor mother sold rest of the land
She started living on rents.

Son needed more money

To pay off his debt,
He wrote to his mother
Money was his only need.

Poor mother had no more money

To send to her son abroad
Her son did a bank robbery
For him it was not odd.

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Son was caught soon
And he was sent to jail,
He lied to his illiterate mother,
That his mission was going to fail.

He lied that he had a dream

That he would be rich and educated one day,
His life was ruined as he could not pay off the fees
What he had more to say?

Poor mother was shocked thinking it was her own fault

Frustrated mother committed suicide
Son came to know the news
Sitting inside jail with ‘pride’.

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She Is My God

I know, I am a fraction of two bodies,

I was once kept in the treasure box of God’s flesh,
When I came to this world of light, my own God touched me,
She showed the same old world waiting for me afresh.

Her arms and body surrounded me from getting hurt,

She did all that was needed for childcare,
She was spectator of my every second’s growth,
She taught lessons to cope with anger, distress and fear.

My body and soul still owed her,

Her love for me came from rays of heaven,
Her number of daily sacrifice for me was countless,
She never complained for all the wrong steps I had taken.

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Why My Mother Is Different? (Poetry Type: ABC Poem)

A woman has always been my true friend,

Because she was my mother to comprehend
Carefully my likes and dislikes,
Devoting herself for my needs,
Enough time she spent to teach me
Freedom of a prosperous and luxurious life;
Going for the struggle of a smooth and healthy life,
Her belief was that I could somehow survive,
Illness, bitterness, madness of life can touch me no more
Joy and strength of her was adopted in me for sure,
Kind hearted mother taught me a philosophy
Love sharing is the mode to be happy,
My mother shared the entire love of her mind,
Naturally she became Goddess of some kind,
On this modern planet of jealousy and selfishness,
Politely she consoled during my state of despair and disgrace,
Quietly she listened to all my complaints daily,
Rest she hardly took during her working for me regularly,
She was the one who watched my growing up,
Tactful mother always caught me in my bluffs,
Unaccountable school works of her son increased her fears,
Violating rules in college by me quickly brought her tears,
Womankind should be proud to have her,
Xmas was the time she brought me gifts from far,
Youthful smile I gave her in return made her thrilled,
Zealous work of her for me made my dreams fulfilled.

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Mother’s Day

A special day to say

I care for my mother,
For her effort to bridge mental gaps
Between me and my father.

One special way to give thanks

For her larger than life effort throughout the years,
I must do something special
To bring her joys of tears.

You and me have different mothers

But their service for children is too common,
As each mother comes with a noble heart,
That paves the way of our life to move on.

So we celebrate Mother’s day

Relieving worries for that day from mother’s mind,
Thanks to God for giving me an exclusive day for my mother,
Who governs me and my father from behind.

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Mother, Please Come Back…

It was not long ago

When my mother and me played in the garden,
From the morning we started playing and stopped
When beyond the hill the sun had fallen.

It was not long ago

When I came back daily from school,
And mother cooked recipes and told me stories
That were awesome and cool!

It was not long ago

That mother caught a disease called cancer,
Mother smiled and said nothing will happen to her
And I saw sleepless worried face of my father.

It was not long ago

That my mother found the path to peaceful heaven,
But I still sit on the stairs of my house’s door
Hoping she would come back and give me a hug again.

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Chocolate

Sweet lovely chocolate

So tempting taste of it,
Me and my mother’s chocolate eating habit
Nobody and resist.

Brown and milky chocolate cream,

My mother cooks it often,
Me and my mother consume chocolate cookies,
When hard chocolates in heat tend to soften.

This mother’s day I’ll visit pastry shop

To bring home a big chocolate cake,
And I shall present it to my mother
Whose heart is filled with creamy chocolates.

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My School Was Open…

I hate waking up from the bed

And going to school,
There teachers pressurize me to study,
That’s certainly not cool.

This mother’s day

I thought of a plan,
I have to tell a lie to my mother
Whom I suppose, an intelligent woman.

I told her, ‘Mother,

Today is mother’s day,
So I want to be with you
And do whatever command you say.

I shall cook for you,

I shall water the trees,
I can even wash clothes
Relieving pain from your fatigued knees.’

Mother smiled for my sympathetic words

And kept her hands on my head,
Then thinking about my proposal to her
She finally said:

‘All I want my boy

Is that you shine through your life,
For being successful in future
From now on you should strive.

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If you really want to see
Your mother happy on today,
Attend the school and
Try to be disciplined from this very day.’

I was ashamed because I tried to lie,

But she was not lying to me,
All she wanted was I study properly
To make my own future happy.

Just to make my mother glad,

I unwillingly took the school bag,
I went to school thinking about my mother
With friends like Stephen, Ben and Jack.

After another hardworking day

Of taking notes from school classes,
I came back home to cheerfully find that
My mother had cooked all my favourite dishes.

Father came back home early

And we danced playing my mother’s favourite song,
Then just before midnight, mother made me sleep,
Because of her I have not been late for school so long.

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Giving And Taking (Poetry Type: Haiku)

Giving is better
Than only snatching and taking,
Holy mother taught me that.

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Tears Of Life (Poetry Type: Haiku)

Embracing her son,

Someone experiences the life
As fountain of tears.

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Growth With Time ( Poetry Type: Haiku )

A live container,
A baby inside the flesh vessel
Will be detached soon.

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My Doll Katie (Poetry Type: Limerick)

I have a nice doll, her name is Katie,

She dresses like me and looks a prefect beauty,
With the passing of time,
Mother taught me nursery rhymes,
Mother taught her too, but she was so dumb and naughty!

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Mother Nature

Let me lie on the velvet clothes,

Formed by grass and flower beds,
Where cool shelter of boroughs
Will form my open room
And sun will be smiling at me
Through complex windows of tree branches
And I shall enjoy the dusty fragrance
Of dry soil brought to me
By my playful friend, breeze.

O mother nature,
You are always so helpful to your children,
Allowing us space to live and rest
On your fertile ground
And I get mother’s food from
Fresh fruit juices
And often from the taste of
Transparent, cool, flowing water
For life and survival.

Let me rest on your lap

As I am your human child
Enjoying the company of
My brothers and sisters
Who occupy the ground
In this country of free greeneries;
You made me to rule on my subjects
Like squirrels, sparrows and butterflies,
Am I really eligible for this, mother nature?

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I know, I am a poor ruler
As other humans invade
The green land you gave me to rule,
Humans deform the natural sculpture on woods
They tear apart the bed of flowers
And add pungent mud on river water
Because they love to hate the beauty you made
I owe you a lot and wonder
How can you forgive them mother nature?

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Woman’s Most Precious Role-Playing

Womankind has always been needed to give pure support to us,

Whenever a man needed a woman’s help, standing beside him, there she was.

Woman as a daughter become the joy of jewels to her parents,

For family survival and prosperity exceptional support she lends.

Woman as a sister love her sisters or brothers,

Watching them to be happy is what matters to her.

Woman as a friend is what youths want,

She can remove your tension that major medicines can’t.

Woman as a lover is every man’s dream,

Your lips take her kisses as love’s cream.

Most divine role is woman as a mother,

As we are born and brought up because of her.

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Armyman’s Mother

Let my mother be free

You have no right to occupy her soil,
Retreat to the land of yours
Let us be free from this turmoil.

My mother’s head is covered with snow,

Millions of crops and trees tailor her dress,
Ocean’s water cleans my mother’s legs,
In spite of your looting her dignity becomes no less.

When I was born my human mother died,

When I joined army, I found my second mother,
She is my lovely country, my homeland,
To save my country from enemies, I would die rather.

My mother has thousands of brave sons,

Who would like to die for her,
It is not the path to show our heroics,
But to show our love and respect for mother.

I don’t mind to fight your militants,

Your bombs, mines, machine guns can’t cause any fear,
As I feel proud to make free my mother from enemies,
Even if claws of horrible death comes very near.

End Note: This poem was written keeping in mind poet’s own country, India.

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Support

A baby’s little hands

Search for a support,
Somebody lends her finger -
Something the child can afford
To hold firmly and quickly,
And play with at the same time,
The mother smiles at her child,
The beauty of the scene remains sublime.

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Animal Vs. Human Mothers

I saw mother deer fled

From the spot securing her life
From a pride of lions,
While the lion’s family rejoiced
And butchered with what the mother deer left:
Her only fawn.

I saw a tigress
Hurt one of her own cubs
When it disobeyed her,
While all the other cubs
Were learning quickly to hunt and swim,
It showed its fear.

I saw one human mother

Protecting her child always
In all weather,
When attack came through surrounding,
She kept her son in a safe place first,
As it came from her human nature.

I saw a mother
Whose son did not listen to her,
He was so disobedient,
She brought him to the right path,
And repeatedly counselled him for his wrong deeds
By her motherly affection and patience.

Animals may sometimes show exceptional motherhood,

But I’m lucky to say my mother has a human root.

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My Supportive Mother

Waking up in the morning

And getting out of the
Lazy cocoon of sleep
Is a tough thing to do;
Don’t worry,
She sets the alarm on clock.

My puzzled day’s fresh breakfast

Should be on the table
At proper time,
But who will cook it?
Don’t worry,
She does it regularly at ease.

While going to digest professor’s lectures

I plan to eat something special and costly
At lunchtime with cool college friends,
But still I don’t earn anything;
Don’t worry,
She saves pocket allowance for me from papa’s income.

I need to go abroad
To pursue higher education,
But I need money for that,
Who will finance my education?
Don’t worry,
She is going to arrange a bank loan for that.

I have done love marriage,

This is not allowed in my old-fashioned family,
Who is going to convince papa
That my decision is all right?
Don’t worry,

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She tells papa that my wife is of her nature.

My mother has contributed,

So many things in my life,
Now I’m planning to pay-off my debt to her,
Exactly how much money would satisfy her?
Don’t worry,
She wants only oceans of love I have within for her.

End Note: In this poem, the word ‘papa’ is used as a synonymous term for father.

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Agonies Of A Working Mom

My daughter asked me,

‘Mom, would you come
Home early on today?’
And I was supposed to reply,
‘No honey,
I have a meeting on today.’,
Instead I said, ‘You know honey,
My office colleagues
Are not as sweet as you are;
They may hold me for a meeting,
But by seven o’ clock
Mother will be at home, dear.’

My daughter’s school bus

Has no fixed timing,
Today it came late,
I can’t leave my daughter believing that
Bus driver will pick her up –
I mean, that’ll be a blind faith!
Again I reach office late,
Again my boss scolds me
Not understanding my motherly responsibilities,
Pending files of works wait for me,
I sit in my tensed desk,
And complete my works with difficulties.

Afternoon starts with the board meeting,

Heated arguments continue with cool minds,
I do all the negotiations,
Finally when my office clock hits 7.30
Executives in the meeting reach a consensus,
Somehow, in the meeting I make an impression.
I drive back home crazily,

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Only stopping in the middle
For buying raw foods,
Inside home I see
My daughter watching cartoons indifferently,
I silently go to kitchen for dropping goods.

I take a short shower

Daily office puzzles are washed away
From my face and skin,
I ask my daughter, ‘How was the day in school, honey?’
My daughter did not answer; instead she asked,
‘I was waiting for you, where you had been…?’
I am committed to my daughter
And I made false promises
That I shall come home early on tomorrow,
My daughter happily went to bed,
Lying beside her I could not close my eyes,
How can my child understand her working mother’s sorrow?

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The Sacred Mother

Mother Teresa came to my city

To help people who were ignored by the riches,
She served willfully to bring them to light
And taught them the divine philosophy of Jesus.

She was known as ‘Mother’ by all helpless people,

Although she did not give them birth;
She devoted her soul to treat penniless people as her children,
As she truly possessed a universal mother’s heart.

End Note: The city in this poem refers to the international metro city, Kolkata. To know more about
Mother Teresa please search online or do your research offline.

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My Village Mother

My mother has not seen

The big skyscrapers
Willfully crowding city’s sky.

My mother has not eaten in

Big restaurants
Arranging candle light dinners.

My mother has not attended

Corporate seminars
Where things are made complex through discussions.

My mother has not participated

City’s social gatherings
Where thousands of people express their benevolent attitude.

My mother has not shouted

With crazy cheering fans
In an overcrowded football match.

My mother has not clapped her hands

Listening to the sitar of Pandit Ravishankar
Sitting on the chair of a cultural auditorium.

My mother has not surfed

The network of networks
To know what are Google, MySpace or YouTube.

My mother has not watched

A star-studded Hollywood movie flick,
Where 3D animation steals the show.

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My mother has not unraveled
The mystery hidden inside
Dan Brown’s latest bestseller.

My mother stays in our little village,

Our rural tradition has woven her mind,
With the pattern of illiteracy,
She only knows how to breed cattle
On the lap of nature’s grasslands
And can do anything
To make her son happy,
Mobile phone calls or emails can’t reach her
What she only gets is son’s hand written letters
Which my father reads before her,
And tears of imagination and hope
Comes down through her cheeks
When she hears about my urban lifestyle,
It is true that she has not enjoyed urban treasure
But my one hand-written piece of emotion
Make her happier than all modern gadgets and amusements combined.

End Note: Sitar is a classical music instrument; Pandit Ravishankar is an eminent sitar maestro of
international fame.

The End

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