She doesn't wear
a pointy hat,
doesn't ride a broom,
or, lives with a black cat.
She shares with children,
the gentle drops of rain,
its name is pure dream.
She takes away our all pain.
She prepares for her dear ones,
many fabulous dishes,
if once we want to have,
our request she never misses.
She is not a sorceress,
she is not a witch rather.
She can do anything for all of us,
Oh! she is our Mother!
She takes away our all pain. She prepares for her dear ones, many fabulous dishes, if once we want to have, our request she never misses. OUR(my) dearest mam
she always longs for our happiness and safety.beautiful ink.loved it nilaskhi.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
a mother is surely above every one...this poem says it all