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As I pass it, I feel as if I saw a dear old mother, sweet in her weakness, trembling at the approach of her dissolution, but not appealing to me against the inevitable, rather endeavouring to reassure me by her patience, and pointing to a hopeful future.

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Goodbye Mother Dear

Mother, mother, mother dear,
Can you hold me close, can you hold me near?
Mother, mother, oh mother dear,
Will you listen, listen to my words of fear?

Mother, I am inside your womb.
Mother, you hold the key.
Mother, is it too late, too soon?
Mother, what do you see?

I hear your heart beat, beat, beat,
It comforts me when I am asleep.
I feel your warmth, I feel your heat,
But mother dear, I feel you weep.

Mother, I am so full of fear.
Mother, I see it in your tear.
Mother, I know you cry and why.
Mother, I know we must say goodbye.

(if only you could let me grow
my love to you then i could show
but that i know cannot be so
the time has come for me to go)

Mother, mother, mother dear,
Do not feel guilt, do not feel fear.
Mother, mother, oh mother dear,
For a while, you held me near.

poem by Morney Wilson
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To English Literature

OH! My Mother
You are my Dear.

OH! My Mother
My Love towards you is so Deep my Mother that I can’t express to you, my Mother.

Oh! My Mother
I’ am here with lot of Patience only to serve you my Mother.

OH! English literacy My Mother
You have thought me the Things which were Ever.

OH! My Mother I’ am here, only to serve you my Mother

poem by Narendra Kuppan
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Be Hopeful

Hopeful
Be hopeful
Want to be successful
Saw good seeds
For we are cursed and blessed
By our own deeds
Being hopeful is to over come
And encouragement
Becomes our strength
For what we could become here
Unless we over come our fear
The wind blowing
Here and there
Life becomes so unfair
All you need to do
Is to be hopeful
Hopeful
Be hopeful

poem by Matt Ancient
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The Future Is Dark

Hear the voices
They call
Every instinct
To defend

Must resist
But cant for long
Toying with fate
Ice replaces blood

Trying to save
One that wants
to hurt
I know the future
It’s dark

Want to warn
but cant
Silent agony
Always mocking

Is one life worth another?
To kill to save?
To save the defenseless
that won’t be saved

If the future
was set in stone
it would be
Obsidian

But the future
can be changed
There are bands
of Diamond
Hope

Stone can be carved
Reshaped
But the cost
Too much

The dark future
Cold Obsidian
The Diamond bands
disappearing

Were they imagined?
A hopeful fantasy?

The dark future
Inevitable

poem by Timothy Kashorek
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Song: XI

Mother, mother, do you not hear?
Mother, they come; there is news to tell!
– Give me your hands, my daughter dear:
'Tis but a ship that saileth well.

Mother dear, have a care, give heed!
–They go, my daughter, away they speed.
Mother, the danger is sore, alas!
– Child, my child, it will quickly pass.

Mother, mother, She draweth near!
– It is down in the harbour, daughter dear.
Mother, mother, She opens the door!
– Child, they go, to return no more.

Mother, She enters! I am afraid!
– Child, they now have the anchor weighed.
Mother, I hear Her speaking low.
– Child, my child, it is they that go.

Mother, She makes the stars go dark!
– Child, 'tis the sails of a shadowy bark.
Mother, She knocks at the casement still!
– Child, maybe it is fastened ill. . . .

Mother, mother, my sight grows dim. . . .
– Child, they sail for the open sea.
On every hand I can hear but Him. . . .
– O child, what is it, and who is He?

poem by Maurice Polydore-Marie-Bernard Maeterlinck
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Mute Witness

Your poor witness
Crying so loudly on the floor
Oh, well, shes only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
Now see her standing on the table
With her small arms flailing
And you feel such compassion
In your soul for
Your mute witness
Still testing the strength
Of our patience
Oh, well shes only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
She is only trying to tell you
What it was that she saw
Now see her pointing to the frisbee
With a memory so fuzzy
And her silent words
Describing the sight of last night
4 a.m. northside, clapham common
Oh, god, what was she doing there ?
Will she sketch the answer later ?
Well, I will ask her
Now dry your tears, my dear
Now see her mime in time so nicely
It would all have been so clear
If only she had never volunteered
Your taxi is here, my dear
La, la, la-la...

song performed by by Morrissey
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Love has no utility purpose.

Mother was dear; I hardly listened.
Wife was dear; times I declined.
Child was dear; often I disciplined.
Grandchild was dearest. I let loose her.

Mother, wife, and children all
Were to contribute to my future
But not so is the grand child,
With my future at its end.
Why should I love her most?
True love has no utility value.
22.12.2000, Pmdi

poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Mother India

O Mother Land! O Mother Land!
You are very dear and rare land.
You are the paradise on earth
Where things are not in any dearth.