Mother Poem by Sachin Sunny

Fourth grade was where her schooling ended—
Not by choice, but duty called.
Yet wisdom through her life has blended
Like a river, deep and old.

When they threw stones of bitter words,
She gathered them to build a home.
When hatred sparked like angry birds,
She turned it to love's fertile loam.

I never heard her sing sweet lullabies,
Or tell me stories late at night.
But when fever burned behind my eyes,
Her touch made everything alright.

They see her working without rest,
From dawn until the stars appear—
This tiny woman, heaven-blessed,
Who turns our chaos into clear
And peaceful days, while others sleep,
These promises she chose to keep.

Like Mother Earth beneath our feet,
Endlessly giving, silently strong,
She works through summers' burning heat
Through winter's bite, refusing to bend
They call her simple, call her weak—
But in her silence, stones can speak.

Violence tore me from her arms
When I was just a little child.
Yet through those years of storm and harm,
Her love stayed pure, undefiled.
While others chose the path of hate,
She chose to love, she chose to wait.

I've never told her what I feel—
These words stay locked within my chest.
But watch her hands as they reveal
The language love knows best:
In folded clothes and fresh-cooked meals,
In every wound her touch now heals.

See her now, so small, so frail,
Like a flower in the wind—
Yet mountains bow before the scale
Of strength that dwells within.
Through years of pain she chose to rise,
Wearing wisdom's simple disguise.

They mock her for her lack of learning,
Never seeing how she reads
The deeper truths of love's pure yearning
In the soil of daily deeds.
What books could teach the grace she shows
When forgiving those who dealt her blows?

Mother, in your quiet ways,
You've taught me more than schools impart:
How love can fill our hardest days,
How peace can mend a broken heart,
How strength lies not in angry might
But in choosing love despite the night.

Each morning as you rise again,
Like the sun that warms our earth,
Your love flows free of shadow's stain,
Showing me what life is worth.
In your unspoken symphony,
I've learned what wisdom truly means.