A Mother

None of the women take rest,

If it's a painting hand or waist.

Continue working from time to time,

And let the house to glow and vessels to shine

Either its Monday or Sunday,

Work on each and every day.

But sometimes children trouble her,

But never scolds either the thing is mine or her.

There is a holiday for children and father,

But not a one for mothers.

She completes our each and every wish,

Either its a thing or dish.

She never takes a holiday for us,

So we all have to salute to her