The mother loves her children while alive.
They requite her love after she exits.
They wipe their quilt; can they quench her thirst?
30.09.2013
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I concur with you completely sir. With the advent of nuclear families, we aren't just ignoring our parents but even forgetting our minimum responsibility of taking care of them while they are fighting with life!