Mother Poem by Arundhati Thakur

What on earth would feel so calm?
What if someone eternally holds your palm?
How'd you walk when she isn't there?
Love her forever, her love is very rare.

What would you do when you're ailing?
She's always there to hunt your fear of failing.
How'd you eat without her food?
She'd love you forever, respect her motherhood.

What would you do without her blessing?
Who'd stop you when you're messing?
How'd you repay the care she cared?
You're life was blank, that she layered.

She's your builder, she build you this big,
She covers your pits, which you dig.
Not an architect, not anyone further,
She's your creator, she's you're mother.