O Mother 'O Mine Poem by Snehal Bhosale

Today in the morning upon the shores
I saw women of forties lazily stroll

Holding hands, walking eyes in the skies
They spoke of joy and of cheer

Together they explored fantasies anew
Bid adieu to worry, and goodbye to fears

Then flashed upon my mind
dearest mother 'o mine

How hath she waken when dawn
and hurried until dusk?

Engaged in bread winning and baking
Mother 'o mine
How did thy manage
to bake me so fine?

O' mother hast thou eight hands?
that you go performing dancer like.

Or hast thou a billion hearts
that overflowed with love and compassion.

O' mother 'o mine, in your starlit eyes
do there shine dreams only of children of thine?

Did ever thy look back upon dreams
in the past you nurtured.

In living life, thou livest for thy children
O' mother 'o mine countless of thine sacrifices
suffice in my mind, as in my heart your love thrives.

The bread thou baketh in me
the fruit of thy proficiency
shall sweeten thy life
with honey of pride.