Is there a day without birth,
Possibly there can be a day,
Without remebering mother,
Yet she is always there,
In the corner of mind,
With the milk of love,
Always to say wong and right,
Good and bad, soft is her touch,
Even the abuse is most bearable,
Life never goes without
A mother's touch, our planet
Revoloving round her
Even the lush of love
Ends up in her carrying
In her soft belly, even the love
Meant to make a woman
A mother, in the last of her aim,
To nurture her produce
From the best man she can find,
Get and make the crawling kid
Into something of mature
Men and women, there had
To be somebody to found
A mother's day in the all pervading
Of motherhood of all beings
Especially the two legged of us.
Ravikiran Arakkal
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
rich tribute to motherhood...