My Mother ...

My Mother

O mother except you no other,
No one can fill place either,
No brother, sister or father,
Only you mother and no other,

On this earth unique place you find,
So important and no one would mind,
As moon and stars always shine,
You hold position as that of power divine,

You hold all of us close to the chest,
Take great care and keep us in nest,
Worry you more and feed us best,
You make all of us happy and then rest,

You sleet in wet cloths and kept us dry
Awoke at night and stopped our cry,
Always we fell down when tried to fly
Gave us shield and cover when felt shy

You did not eat full but little saved
Faced problems more but never caved,
We were kept neat and always clean,
But you didn't think it was mean,

I remember once mom you wept,
Havoc played by flood and house nearly swept,
You struggled very hard and together kept,
Neither you created bogey nor did you weep

Taught us lessons how to stand fast,
Hurdles to face many but not to last,
Essence of life not to be washed away,
Neither to be carried away nor to miss the way,

Such stand fast in life you always stood,
Otherwise would have starved for the want of food,
You stood like rock and done work good,
Made us so humble and taken out of wood,

What I am today all because of you,
I consider you always next to "THOU"
He is everywhere but not in race
I see His reflection on your face

Whole world exists and so do I,
Had you not been here what could see my eye?
All flash, bones and body wants to reveal something
As it is seen today would have been nothing

Words may be less and find no place
No object on earth can take place or replace
No amount of praise can do a better
Ink may not do good so as to write letter,

Even in leisure, happiness I measure,
Never get an answer and am also not sure,
Even for little pain you had simple cure,
Even at home you made us fully secured,

Even if put body and life at service,
Will do neither good and nor it suffice,
Mom I wept so much at your demise,
I found no one to console and to promise,

I may dare not and not even think,
Word of dishonor and even blink,
I may even think all mothers alike,
Whether all agree or have dislike,

With a word "mother" heart is filled,
Life becomes sweeter and doesn't matter,
Even with the age I am still child,
Remember your beating when I grew wild,

You are laid to rest
But still you offer best,
I stand firm and loose no test,
Your good advices firmly to chest

- hasmukh amathalal

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