She Is My Mother! Poem by Priyaranjan Ojha

The very word mother is just
So tireless!
Even the earth may stop rotating
One day,
But not a mother loving her
Siblings.
Even the rainy clouds take rest
For continuous pouring drops,
But not a caring mother
From her selfless services.
So, is my mother,
Oh I wonder
What makes her my mother!
Her affection towards me,
Her sacrifices for my comfort
And wellbeing,
Make me believe in God!
In my eyes
She is an adorable demigoddess.
To be her son,
Is to enjoy half of
Life's treasures.
To be her child,
Is to experience ethereal bliss!
She is a mother,
She is my mother!