My Mother

- by Mrs.Yeshashree.Shirodkar

Only my mother only one and one mother ,

An ocean of endless love ,

An Emblem of encouraging ideas ,

With all the wordly goodness perfectly moulded in her ,

An ideal of worship was she.

Only my mother only one and one mother ,

Would give me a slight grim glance ,

For any mischief done by me.

But with in a fraction of seconds ,

Her heart would melt -

Seeing my tearful eyes.

Before my tears would dry ,

I would find myself ,​​

Tightly enclosed in her arms.

Only my mother only one and one mother ,

Hurting myself ,

Would make her feel the pain ,

Then a shower of soothing words follow ,

As my pain reliever.

Only my mother only one and one mother ,

What a wonder was she ,

Always Hilarious ,

With a never fading freshness.

When I had fallen sick ,

Had made my only mother ,

To fight with the creator of the Universe ,

With her constant prayers ,

To drive my sickness away.

Only my mother only one and one mother ,

Where shall I find you ?

Amidst the shining stars ,

Spread over the endless sky ,

OR

Among the rainbow colours.​​

Only my mother only one and one mother ,

But remain in my heart ,

Till my last breath .