A mother's love
Stronger than assassins' love of murder
Singly she bore me
Multiple she fed me grow
No thought of hatred is for her
For in her restrictions,
I am created to expand in future
Tough is my childhood for my manhood to be softened and swiftly soaring
Her thoughts is my great tomorrow
Her words are blissful prayers to smoothen rugged terrain of struggles
May not be there in cash but is on knee
Asks after me when all forget to
Labours for my meal in alien climes
I love her, no, you for you are my counsellor, pastor, cook, first wife, nurse from past and still is.
