Not gods nor their heaven,
Can replace the place of mom.
She is divine and her lap is heaven.
None can describe the place of mom.
She gladly welcomes pain,
To keep us free of pain.
She each time unfolds her lap,
In order to make us free and safe.
She is timeless teacher,
For the journey of our life.
She is first our teacher.
Making us usual about reality of life.
Even in adversity, she smiles,
Just only to keep us smiles.
She spends all her time,
With us to make us outshine.
She conceals what her tears,
Behind her beautous eyes,
To keep us in her heart near.
And trying to make us wise.
Keep us always near her sight,
Making us aware to wrong or right?
What our minds dream,
She tries her best to trim us dream.
What if we do fatal mistakes,
Without being furious,
She what forgives our mistakes.
Being a kind mom like curious...
She loves us out of her any greed,
Later think we in life how much her need.
No words to say her great,
That makes me today out to wait.
To sing a name of her song,
For more than an hour long...
©raushan
R