Mom Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

Mom! How sweet call from the earth to the heaven
If mom blesses in happy mind, you're always lucky seven.
From insects to birds, birds to animal and for all
Mom gives shadow, inspiration and ready to response your call.
When you were new born baby, to take care what agony was!
She laughed with you and her laughter was not bogus.
You were always secured in mother's lap, but when you were in fear
To lough you your mom gave various kinds of toys and teddy bear.
So mom to you is all in all and a glorious matter after God
Only for you and your happiness, your mom has kissed the rod.
Like me who has no mom in the world, he's the unhappiest man
And he's the happiest who can show achievements to mom as his fan.
Mom is beauty, mom is truth and mom is the traditional symbol like Rome
He's the insect of the hell that drives away his mom to the old home.
To love your mom no need to be a Jesus and no need to be a kind
You need three things; simplicity, holiness and a respectful mind.