Looked into her eyes
Though she smiled happily
Exhibiting true maternal love as always
But behind the genuine love
The years of toil, wear and tear
Is obvious to my caring eyes
Admiration and concern swell my heart
Knowing the wear and tear
Made me who I am
As I silently pray God as always
To bless this gem every minute
More and more and more
My mother, my love.
(Thursday 21st November,2019,12.28pm)
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a nice gratitude to a lovely mother, a beautiful poem.
Thank you Akhtar. I appreciate