Mother's Service. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

In childhood days I heard the song
When younger ones were in cradle
I heard the beautiful nightingale songs
When I heard the happy voice
I felt so happy and inspired
When I heard her melancholic voice
I knew it was the distress of family
Of her inability to meet the needs of little one
The real poverty of life that came
I knew my mother sung well in happiness
I knew my mother sung in sadness
When I grew I tried to withstand the woes
I knows the value of mother's opinions
Her ways of judgement, more important.