Her role untold

In her womb she bore a life,

A life so beautiful 

Getting ready to uncoil the umbilical cord 

The birth of a seed is her most precious tool.

A journey starts with the first word 'ma',

She steals her own sleep, to give the infant a spa,

The bearing of the noise of cry with a smile so deep,

The melody of her child's tantrums she keeps in a safe without a weep.

All the pain she wears with a cape of care,

A species that God ever made, she is so rare,

In return never does she expect whilst a respect that she deserves,

But as they have the wings of their own do they ever sit beside and serve?

This day doesn't have worth of a single day celebration,

Because Never has any such day passed without her care and appreciation;

Owing a soulful gratitude to every mother in being,

For her effort to strengthen our weakness beyond the ambit barbed with string.