O' how many sacrifices it takes
for a mother to give birth to her child;
for a tenure of almost nine months
she holds that wonderful little life
within her till birth, nourishing it
with her own strength and grace;
O'to see happiness on that father's face
when he holds the new-born for the first time
in his arms, as he promises him the moon.
How tirelessly they both work
to care and nurture their children
till into adults they strongly grow;
parents and their endeavors, their struggles…
their endless efforts, their untold hardships,
as they provide food and clothing;
education and guidance
to encourage their children to be worthy of themselves….
yet they ask for no great rewards for their sacrifices.
A mother who spares every drop of her blood
while in her womb until into this world we step,
O' the sweat of that father
who toils from dawn to dusk
to see that we have everything that is the best
so that we know how valuable our life is,
just as valuable as that of another…..
and by those same instincts
we should assist life to move on…
even if it is the feeble life of another,
even if it asks a few drops of our own blood
to help it breathe and to go on
for life is just once
and thro great hardships it thrives.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
In care and nurture there is future, thanks,