The reason you bore me
and nurtured for months nine
all through, nobody could see
but the love for me shine.
Each moment a queer smile known
flashed on my dark face unseen
each move I made inside you was sown
I know it brought on your face a sheen.
Standing as my only angel unwavering
pain all was for you easy to bear.
For you knew your genes replicating
your warmth and beauty with world to share.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
'Mom' (Amma) is perhaps the first word a child utters and the sweetest word in the dictionary! Which other love can vie with a mother's love....! The most unselfish and self sacrificing love is that of a true mother! She bore all the discomfort and pain in carrying you without complaint! Fortunate is the child who can remember that debt of gratitude to her! A great tribute to your mother!