In the darkness I search for her comforting touch;
The storms of sorrows she mitigates much.
Happiness wave she magnifies manifold times;
I want only her to be my Mother, in all my lifetimes.
She fills my world with vivid colors,
Her love for me is way beyond the worth of even gazillion dollars.
All my life she has been my mighty armour,
The seeds of moral and virtue, she sowed in my like a farmer.
She is the sweet melody of life's song;
The only one to put up with my tantrums for so long.
Even if the whole world turns against me,
She will stand against them menacingly.
May all her sorrows be reduced to char,
I will always keep shining for her as I am her star.
You helped me reach the topmost rung of the ladder of happiness;
Oh Mother! This is how my love for you I profess.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
She is the sweet melody of life's song; this is a very poetic line of your poem. like it very much O mother so do i profess my love to you....... great eulogy to your mother... wonderful. your mother is a lucky one to have such a child. tony