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The Search For Beauty | Dedicated to All Mothers on this Mother's Day


Painting : Quench by Katie.M.Berggren

O, beautiful world,
What grace and love do you keep?
I walked along your coast,
To find a shore of charm,  
But came back with nothing at all.

Abashed, destroyed and polluted,
The world belongs in disarray,
No song is sweet,
No flowers are bright,
No beings provide delight.

Amidst my falling hopes,
I stumbled upon a moving view,
A snuggled baby in a mother's arms,
And two bright eyes providing shade,
Solace and eternal love.

In those arms rests the comfort of all,
In those eyes remains brightness paramount,
In those beats, hidden, is love beyond,
In her heart reside the beauty I searched for!

Comments

  1. Anonymous12 May 2013 at 00:15

    What a beautiful poem.

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  2. Vandana Sharma12 May 2013 at 01:04

    yes, mother's love is eternal love,,,,,,,,,happy mother's day......

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  3. Kodjo Deynoo12 May 2013 at 02:38

    We all seem to find nothing but true love and happiness from our mothers..nice write

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  4. Mary12 May 2013 at 04:25

    The world is the mother of us all. Her arms, like the arms of our own mother, always reach out to us in love! I enjoyed this reflection.

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  5. Anand S Unni12 May 2013 at 04:54

    Thanks a lot everyone. :)

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  6. Lisa Williams12 May 2013 at 05:15

    So lovely!

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  7. Anonymous12 May 2013 at 06:08

    Beautifully written.

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  8. Susan12 May 2013 at 07:51

    Very lovely, to find this beauty in a broken world?

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  9. Brian Miller12 May 2013 at 08:56

    to see a mother loving her child like that is def a bright spot in the day and can change your perspective...it is a broken world and we need those moments of beauty to be captured...

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  10. Sherry Blue Sky12 May 2013 at 09:46

    I love this. In the circle we complete during life, our journey all takes us back to where we first began. I love the bright eyes of the baby, signifying hope eternal.

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    1. Anand S Unni12 May 2013 at 09:51

      Thanks a lot Sherry. Glad you picked up a lot out of the poem. :)

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  11. Anonymous12 May 2013 at 16:33

    Oh how wonderful to turn hopelessness into hope through the eyes of an infant in a mother's arms. The world has hope after all. /Two bright eyes providing shade/ is a beautiful visual. Thanks!

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  12. Akila12 May 2013 at 22:32

    very beautiful!

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  13. Aishwarya Magesh13 May 2013 at 00:10

    Nice one Anand...... well said

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  14. Locomente15 May 2013 at 05:00

    Oh indeed...
    Mothers are special!!!

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