''Mother''- Sweeter Than A Sweet Word Poem by Uttam Biswas

''Mother''- Sweeter than a sweet word
By Uttam Kumar Biswas

We are born from sparm,
It's a kind of germ
That drags us-
To our mothers arm,
The time we pass
In our mother's goose,
We are unaware what to gain
And what to loose.
Her lap means heaven,
A safe place on earth
That God has given.
On her lap i wish
I could take repeated birth.
Mother is a sweet word
That surpasses all
When it will be proved false
The whole heaven will face downfall.