A divine
So sanguine
Seems so pristine
A hug from the mother
Shoring up the despair heart
Even after myriad valentines.
Not the flower and chocolates
Just a mindful presence she expects
Not in fits and starts
But invariably on her toes for the family
To give her best.
Quintessential is her love
Highest of the highest
So self - effacing
So gracing
What a doting mother she is
I am awe - How amazing she is!
To all the moms
From all the sons and daughters
We are the flowers and fruits
Immensely indebted to the roots
Thankful for all the love and care
I invariably cherish this raga
It's not a snippet but a divine saga
Love you mummy and papa
- Kaushik
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem