Mother Paves The Way For All Poem by Ayyappa Raja Sattanathan

Kites hover around busily in the sky
The sun disappears in the cloud with shy
Small birds return their nests in hurry
Swirling wind blows the soft petals to bury

Drops of rain make the surface wet
Everything comes under the nature's net
She is waiting for the arrival of her son
Who has gone to earn the bread and bun

Anxious moments are not new to her
They have begun from the gestation sour
Nothing she expects except the welfare of him
With her heart full of fond memories brim

Mother cannot be replaced in the world
No one can oppose the reality of the word
Generous rain provides life by its fall
Excruciating pain of mother paves the way for all.