Epitome of unconditional love
and selfless care is the mother.
Neither a day nor the entire life
would be sufficient to remember.
From conception onwards, she
ever exists in our journey of life.
In defining a mother, words in a
dictionary fail and also the time.
King's wife, teacher's wife, friend's
wife, wife's mother and your own.
Deserve the place of mother as per Chanakya's observation and
opinion.
Added to it, the earth is the
universal mother for all here.
Lack of gratitude and homage to them would be grievous blunder.
No costly presentation is needed
to keep her happy and smiling.
A little care and liking are enough
for her showers of blessing.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem