To Mother Prostrate Poem by C. P. Sharma

Mothers are the nursery of mankind
Sans mothers we couldn't be designed
This world would have been desolate
Know not what could have been our fate

She, the gateway to this grand world
Vistas vast before you unfurled
Though umbilical cord was cut at birth
Feels your needs nourishes your mirth

Your heartbeats were her heartbeats
She cared for your wetted bedsheets
When you felt hungry her breasts knew
Till last breath she for your aches rues

Mother, the real Goddess on earth
To her sacrifices I prostrate

On the occasion of Argentina celebrating Mother's day.