In old age
She is no other
But beautiful mother
Like flower
Mild and kinder
Even animals
Do not take it as casual
They love and stay together
Till their mother provide full cover
We are exception
And bound by some relation
Mother is always at the centre
And we touch the feet when enter home
No words shall suffice
But we feel happy with her voice
Calling our name by pretty pet names
We go over to her even without calls
Shall we mistreat her?
Can we even dream world without mother?
Even God has taken birth in her womb
How can we show thumb in old age?
Shall we mistreat her? Can we even dream world without mother? Even God has taken birth in her womb How can we show thumb in old age?
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Beautiful mother! Thanks for sharing.