I behold on her face,
tranquility and serenity,
passion and devotion,
oozing love, bursting breast
for rescue of her baby,
begging door to door.
I behold in her eyes
quantum of tears in her eyes
seven oceans are meagre
to accommodate her eyes.
I behold on her forehead
drop of sympathy is bereaved
from her fate; thus, begging
door to door.
I behold on her face
the face of a mother
brought up with her blood
for nine months; angel is she
to save his life.
I behold on her face
the face of a mother
who can transmit her heart
if felt inescapable; because
SHE IS A MOTHER.
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Fantastic description about mother. Deep envision. A beautiful poem I like most. many thanks dear sir, keep the ball rolling.