Mighty Mother Poem by Dr. Yogesh Sharma

My dawn, my life, my years;
My expansion, my first grin, my first delight;
My embrace, kissing, my first affection;
All I got in my mother's womb.

Sucking her breast, in her lap;
My first uttering of words, my creeping;
My talk, walk, hawk, joke - all from my mother;
My best self-played in the best cradle of the universe - in her bosom.

All my wishes, breathing, my coloured future;
Rotates about my mother, my best self;
My divine only creator, my pant;
My existence is from her all eternally.

I own my progress, pleasures to her lap,
She sings songs of enchantment, make cheery;
Her company is a treasure of joy and bliss;
Seem, paradise, bliss and blessings rest in her lap.