The Mother
The Mother
A mother may not say it in so many words
Nor may she express through gestures
But my child, trust your mother to be there
To celebrate your victories and be proud
She will be the happiest soul
When you are honored for being a gentle human
A mother will never fail to hold her child
And protect them from the harsh agonies
At the same time, she will prepare you
To face the challenges of life and be a winner throughout
She will be guiding star whenever you are confused
For you are her part, and will always remain so
The world may come calling and take you away
When you succeed and win the world over
But the mother will shadow your being
And be the proudest of your achievements
She will win when you are honored
And respected and loved by the world
A mother is the happiest soul
When the seed she plants becomes a tree
She desires you to be a good human
Be respectful of the elders and the women
Stand for the weak and support the poor
She sheds her happy tears when the world salutes
The tree that she had planted shelters the world