One alphabet as a muse at a time. Here is “M”
An open invitation for poets to attempt to write with S, T, X, Y and Z as muses.
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Maa…
Moment of my birth was
Miraculous in my Mummy’s life,
Mother for the first time,
Miles and miles of smile.
Million wishes and a billion gifts,
the Moment was just so complete.

Memories of my first laugh
My first step, my first Maaa,
Music of her lullabies, the moon would enjoy
from Morning Milk to Magical Mathematics,
Momma my first mentor, my first love, my protector,
My support in maddening times,
Master of strength and motivation
Managing, Multitasking home, work and me
One who Matters the most,
Moulded me, my manners, nourished my mind,
Makeup, middle school and more
Mistakes and mischiefs were forgiven, with magnanimous heart
Mandatory manners, prayers and rules
Mighty lectures made me mature, Morals mended my soul.
Mystical mind reader, how’s she always right?

Misunderstandings faded her smile, Manipulated truths hurt
Modern markets, machines, moolah, mobiles, motives
Memories now moisten our eyes
My marriage is now her only agenda,
Making me believe my match will make me complete.
Master of Divinity, How will my moment of Motherhood be?
Mamma’s girl, maybe not me, BUT she’ll always BE.

This is a guest post by Shruti Deora.
Shruti is a Chartered Accountant having graduated from Narsee Monjee College, Mumbai. She is currently working as a research analyst in a Premier global investment management organization. She is an editor and one of the founder members of a quarterly online E- magazine Mentor Mantra. A creative person she has specialized in Tanjore paintings, and loves photography, adventure and travelling. She loves trying new things, and this being her first attempt at writing poems. Check her blog at http://shrutimes.wordpress.com/