Thursday, July 1, 2021

World's Mother







Mother is always world for a child or man,

 Mother treats us as a part of her body and soul; 

Mother scolds us at times, Even beat us sometimes, 

She does all this to guide us, from the way to foul;

 She serves us without expecting to serve her; 

She does her duty, 

No matter if we don't remember;

 She is the wisest and sweetest friend anyone can have;

 She is only the one who is brave; 

Shouldn’t we respect her love for us that she hides?

We should serve her, Do all the duties towards her,

 At times be her friend too, 

As she is world for us. 

Once just read what's written in her eyes, 

You’ll get the answer, 

"My child you are the world for me".


Copyright Neeti Sawarthia Tibrewala


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Fatherhood



Papa! Dad! Father!

 Are names of you! 


You give us shelter

 You give us vesture 

You are the bread-bringer 

You keep us in order 

Your presence bring luster


Papa! Dad! Father! 

Are names of you! 


Your affection is invisible 

Yet! It’s contagious 

Your fear in us

 Keep us from being atrocious

 Your arms are wide and spacious

 Us all can fit in


 Papa! Dad! Father!

 Are names of you! 


You are our pride 

You are always on our side 

You are modern enough

 No matters to hide

 

Papa! Dad! Father!

 Are names of you!


You played with us 

Today, you play with our children 

You nurtured us 

We follow you like a train 

You observe us both in

 Happiness and pain


 Papa! Dad! Father! 

Are names for you!


Copyright Neeti Sawarthia Tibrewala

Tuesday, April 7, 2020

In the night of my Dream




Like every teenager has a dream of someone special. This poem speaks about one of the dreams where the beauty is the moonlit night and the dream boy brings glory to everything. Each moment becomes special when thought of love. Amazed with the dream, things change in life slowly and gently seeping within the core of the heart.

The Night of My Dream 

In the night of my dream there was a moon, 
So beautiful that I came out of my room, 
The stars twinkling like flowers at night,
As though the galaxy was a garden.

I told that it was surreal. 
I repeated the words again. 
Suddenly it began to rain. 

There was a man standing on the sand.
 I went near him, asked, who is he?
 He replied that he was my dream boy, 
But I, annoyed, ran back to my room. 
He was still standing there. 

After a while, I again went near him, 
Asked, what was he here for? 
He replied he was there to love me. 

Slowly, the moonlight brightened his face. 
I started to look at him, wet under the rain. 
The stars were twinkling more brightly.
The moon was more beautiful. 

Neeti Sawarthia Tibrewala

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Monday, April 6, 2020

Nurturers!

We all know that parents play a vital role in our lives. Be it the mother who gave us birth, be it our environment that nurtures us like a mother or be it a person who supports our mother and family in our right upbringing. We cannot forget our responsibilities towards each of them. My poem recites their hard work and selfless activities and also that we should at least value them. I can understand my parents much more after being a parent myself. Motherhood and fatherhood are not just loving your children but also equally taking care of the family members. When I cannot handle my son’s mischief and when he does not eat properly then I remember my parents’ hard work and patience in bringing me up.


World's Mother

Mother is always world for a child or man, 
Mother treats us as a part of her body and soul; 
Mother scolds us at times,
Even beat us sometimes, 
She does all this to guide us, 
from the way to foul; 
She serves us without expecting to serve her; 
She does her duty, 
No matter if we don't remember; 
She is the wisest and sweetest friend anyone can have; 
She is only the one who is brave; 
Shouldn’t we respect her love for us that she hides? 
We should serve her, 
Do all the duties towards her,
At times be her friend too, 
As she is the world for us. 
Once just read what's written in her eyes, 
You’ll get the answer, 
"My child you are the world for me".


Fatherhood 


Papa! Dad! Father! 
Are names of you! 
You give us shelter 

You give us vesture 
You are the bread-bringer 
You keep us in order 
Your presence bring luster
 Papa! Dad! Father! 

Are names of you!
Your affection is invisible 

Yet! It’s contagious 
Your fear in us
 Keep us from being atrocious 
Your arms are wide and spacious 
Us all can fit in 
Papa! Dad! Father! 

Are names of you! 
You are our pride

You are always on our side 
You are modern enough 
No matters to hide
Papa! Dad! Father!

Are names of you!
You played with us 

Today, you play with our children 
You nurtured us
We follow you like a train 
You observe us 
In happiness and pain
Papa! Dad! Father! 

Are names for you! 

Neeti Sawarthia Tibrewala

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About Neeti SawarthiaTibrewala

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           Poems by Neeti

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Dearest for all!

Grandmother! She is our family’s dearest and most loved member. She is a soul with full of life and a versatile personality. She has always supported and inspired her grandchildren to proceed towards quality life. I have been the closest of her grandchildren. She talks to me to smile but I cannot be with her all the time. These are some lines dedicated to the heart of gold, my Daadi. She has given more than a decade of her life in my upbringing during my childhood. I always shared her bed and her room till I had my own. The food is tastier when we eat in her room on the floor watching popular television shows and daily soaps. She is my ‘Darling Daadi’.


Dearest for all

She is active since dawn,
flowing like a waterfall 
Advanced in thoughts; 
adored by all 
Her sojourn to her families spread 
Is like stable pearls and a moving thread 
My days glorify with the holy angel 
Daadi is superb, noble and humble 
Her giving nature is bonus for us 
Daadi dials English numbers 
without any fuss 
She lives her life in true sense 
And carries immense patience 
So much in her is unshared 
Daadi and I are divinely paired 
Just by observing her pain 
Brings me in tears 
Getting old is something 
I just can’t reverse 
Lesser I see her 
More I miss her 
She loves me much more 
Than I can ever ponder 
Ironical to her age and time 
Aware of all that sparks and shine 
Eats less when she dines 
Talks more if her daughter is on the line 
Being like her is impossible 
Yet I try very hard 
Learning spirit of hers is the best guard 
To walk with us hand in hand 
And also with generations when they stand. 



You can read my other blogs:

About Neeti SawarthiaTibrewala

           Neeti's Zentangle Journey

           Tangles by Neeti

           Poems by Neeti

           Tangling workshop by Neeti