Mother Poem by Pratheek Praveen Kumar in Calm Reflections

A person who cares for you,
Whether you are bad or true,
A person to be valued a lot,
For she cannot be simply bought.

Truly great is one's mother,
She saves one a lot of bother,
By doing things before one asks,
This, a person's mother truly marks.

A person who knows one more than all,
Who is always at your beck and call,
Who will do anything for you,
In this world, like this, there are but a few.

The only friend of a person in his long, lonely life,
The only person who supports you during hours of strife,
When everyone else to help you does not bother,
Who is it who helps you except your dear own mother?

The only light for a person in a street, which is dark,
The person who in every life leaves a certain mark,
The person to whom your life is certainly in debt,
Mother is the only person who with you has wept.

The only one who loves you more than her own dear life,
The one who in the world of hate to you does not have a knife,
A person indeed to respect and love,
In a dangerous world she is a safe cove.