Mother

Everyone reveres their mother,

Sturdily I venerate my dear mom.

Nine months in agony and anguish,

After birth caring like butter in the heat,

Washing the sordid stool with her fragile hand,

Having sleepless night,

And Facing murky times when I am ill.

Obliged to god for giving a benevolent mother,

My sea engulfed with love will endure thou forever

Your adoration will be sculptured on the stone of my heart.

And the rosy time will never fade away from my intangible soul.

Love you my Mother.