The moment she wakes up
She folds her hands and prays to the heaven above
For the health of her child
For the happiness of her child
Through the day as she indulges her long lost self in the chores of her house
She sees the smiling face of her child in everything around
From the warm sunshine to the cool passing breeze
From her dripping tears to her radiant smile
Yet her beautiful warm heart refuses to believe
That the apple of her eye has now grownup
Hence, even in the character of a sitcom
She traces the beautiful smile of her born
Every hour her heart goes back
To the beautiful memories of the past
When she held her new born
And smiled at him/her for the very first time
Every hour she smiles to herself
Remembering the time
When her toddler first learnt to walk
She thought the earth was blessed to have her toddler place foot on its ground
Because even today
Her ony wish remains
That her grownup was still a new born
When she could hold him/her in her arms and swing around
Such is the warm heart of a mother
Who through out her life
Sacrificed all her joys
Only to see nothing else but happiness in the eyes of her child
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem