The word “Mother” in itself means care.
Our joys and sorrows, she is always ready to share.
Remember when I found solace in your lap
Kissing my face, you were melody, I remember,
You dived deep in the oceans of imaginations.
My proven Mom, apodictic Mom, my Mom.
You negotiated death and life hundred times for me.
Secrets of deep oceans you opened, my delight,
You demonstrate Haneefa to me, my mom
You proven Mom, apodictic Mom, my Mom
Even now the creaking of spinning wheel is heard,
The melody of that music, gives song and lullaby,
Still its tranquillizing and soothing sound helps me to sleep,
In the morning, your sound awakes me,
You make the future for your child so bright
In the way you tell us what is right
You glow forever like a morning scene
You are fair, impartial and serene
You help us in hours of distress
When we are in pain or stress
Mom! You are a jewel that must always shine
Mother, Oh! Sweet mother of mine.
You straightened the curves of the destiny, I heard
You had long travails of separation to suffer, I know
You did not crumble, even after many tragedies, I recall
You guarded the truth, God’s greatness, I heard
Mother, I love you so much in every way
Much more than words can ever say.
“Mothers are source of love and epitome of SACRIFICE”
(Shayista Ali is a freelancer. Ideas are her own)
