My Mother by Sipra Roy.
In childhood, love and care of mother
Was 'taken for granted' as rain water.
I realized her worth after becoming mother!
She was calm, kind, caring and ever smiling;
Symbol of unselfish love and sacrifice,
Source of all joy and forgiveness;
I never saw her to grumble with grievance.
She was adorable to make for us
The 'sweet home ' abode of joy and peace !
She was the role model of feminity in my life
I never reached to become such sublime!
Where would I been if you did not me bring?
I want to come back in your lap in every birth!
Billon of mothers, trillion of children in the universe,
But to me, She is the best and unique of all mothers!
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