Feeds nectar from her warm tap,
Fondles the toddlers in her cozy lap,
Holds fingers to teach, walk, talk and rock,
Hovers always like a caring hawk.
Frolicking stories to make him eat,
Sacrifices every thing without any heat,
Nurses it with sweet passion,
Her heart and existence is at its tension.
Always praying for its happy plan,
Grooms a tiny tot into a towering man,
Heaven rests under her feet,
But she dies for its one smiling greet,
She is a fathomless ocean of love and sacrifice,
Loved and blessed by mother need no device.
DR. YOGESH SHARMA
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
What a beautiful and amazing poem....