Mother — The Epitome Of Love Poem by Aarzoo Mehek

Mother is the epitome of love,
But does she receive the same in return?

Mother is a bundle of sacrifices,
But does anyone ever do the same for her?

Mother is a ray of hope for her family,
But who fills her life with sunshine?

Mother is a work machine, trapped in time,
Will anyone step forward to share her burdens?

Mother is a universe of love and compassion,
But will anyone help her reclaim her lost self?

And if no one comes forward,
Then do not complain when she changes.

For she grows weary under life's crippling burdens,
Until one day, when she finally chooses herself,
All hell breaks loose....
And she is called difficult, aggressive, bossy,
And burdened with countless labels.

Mother's Day is not meant for one day alone.
It should be forever and always...

A constant celebration,
A quiet acknowledgment,
A daily reminder of her worth.

For her existence fills your life
With warmth, light, and sunshine.

© Aarzoo Mehek