Unconditional

She keeps the fire in her pocket

But doesn't burnt by it.

The unsteadiness of our home, turns steady,only by her belongingness.

She makes herself happy by thinking our destiny in her forehead.

When she asked the moon to fall in our hand.

The unblossomed dreams of our life were bloomed like morning lilies.

Sometimes she made us comfortable by her fake tears.

It may be heavy rain or thunderstorms,we don't care, because she is there as a roof for us forever and ever.

In deep darken night

She enlightens us with the brightness of her sparkling light.

Whenever I get hurt, there is a sound that automatically comes from my heart "Aahh...".

That call is of her.

Whenever I swim in my inner peace, that ocean of love is because of her.

Her love is really unconditional.

The love of a mother is unconditional.

It is undoubtedly priceless and precious.

Ohh....my mother!

I know it well

Your's love for me is

Unconditional

Unconditional !!!!

The original poem is" ନିଃସର୍ତ୍ତ"written by poet Mr. Akshaya Swain in Odia. Author collected it from his book named "ଅକ୍ଷର ଅବିର" published by "ନବନୀତା ପ୍ରକାଶନୀ".