Mother, the seed of life.

Mother is indeed the source of life,

She plays a great role in everyone’s life,

From someone’s mother to other’s wife,

She conducts her role with so much unselfishness,

That the omniscient regards her as the sculpture of flawlessness,

On one hand she can fight this stupendous world to save her child,

While on the other hand she can even slap her child to prevent him from going wild,

Even the lord of the lords acknowledge her power,

And that why bestow on her,

His blessings’ shower,

Not caring about night and day,

She will get her child whatever he wants anyway,

She is the most pious and beautiful creation of God,

With so much accuracy and acumen,

She is even defter than the lord,

She is the one due to whom we have got this life,

The one who has protected us from every rife,

The beauty of nature,

The resplendent creation of the world’s creator,

The one who has taught us how to fight,

How to demand our right and earn the might,

She can watch everything happening,

But not her child screaming (in pain),

She is unpartisan and unblemished,

But today we have started throwing her in oblivion,

She is even disregarded by her own scion,

We have started taking her for granted,

Considering her burden and her presence unwanted,

But my friends,

Do keep in mind,

That when you were a child,

Liable to fall down out of your bed,

Vulnerable to death and hapless,

Not caring about her own sleep,

She slept beside your bed,

So that you may not fall,

For her you were, are and will always be here world, her fame of hall.

Jai Hind, Jai Bharat

Jai Ma Bharti