Mother

Mother's touch is so loving.

No one is like her, 

Whose face is much charming, 

Love is like nectar. 

Wearing herself spilt & torn, 

she dresses us better ;

Sleeping on the bed of thorns, 

makes us sleep on flower.

Her affection is fathomless sea;

Patience is lustre of the sun.

She fulfills all orders & desires;

Her love is captivating with fun. 

Suppressing her inner grief always she smiles, 

No little sorrow's in her mind for a while.

 

She is so tolerant like the earth.

Never she protests since our birth.

Always she protects us covering her saree's skirts.

For births, she saves in danger & disasters.