My Mother

I've to confess, my mother is forever beautiful, 

Bramha took time to painstakingly sculpt my mother, 

Feel the tops of the fields, the air, the flowing abundant canals, 

The rugged living farmers, their brings down a thousand suns,  

 

I see my mother smiling stretching her hand to the skies,

Looking at my awe struck face, she races across the winds , becoming wind , 

And I bow down with devotion to my mother

Maa Bharathi, none to match.