Mother

Opened my eyes to a new day,

The gazing sun was throwing its ray,

Wrapped in a cloth so shabby and old,

Lying on the heap of shining sand-like gold.

The scorching heat was soaring,

My cry seemed like a cub's roaring.

Hearing my cry a woman came near,

I was anxious, also had fear.

Wasn't able to speak nor act,

But could understand the woman's heart.

The way she held me up and kissed,

I felt as it was the only thing that I had missed.

She fed me with the nectar so sweet,

It never felt that was thrown and was found from a street,

It is the only love that cannot smother,

The blessing we have is called a "MOTHER."