The core of a carnatic raga
A lullaby
Which my mother forgot to sing or
Which I forgot as I grew up
Mother the most sweet experience in life
The whole Universe in a cradle
Swung gently by a mother…..
A mother fights for her child till the last drop of life
A life which she willingly gives to her child.
The womb, safest place in the world
Very secure, where not even light pierces you.



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About madhunanr

Am a writer. Have published four books. Two in Malayalam (vernacular of Kerala state, India) and two in English. The first book is 'A sweating mind" (poems). The poem Named "Mother" was appreciated by Mr. A.P.J.Abdul Kalam, former President of India. The second book 'Glimpses of life through cobweb' was published in July, 2015.

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