MY MOTHER
Oh! she is great ,simply great
Quite vivid and complete in trait
No word, no line can narrate
Very infinite and much considerate
The tender touch which she renders
Has no limit, no barriers
her simplicity and politeness strange
It has no bound, no range
She is the earth in her tolerance
A tree of bamboo in patience
As a sweet flower in her fragrance
Indeed a sparkle in her keenness
She can not see me in pain
showers her love whenever she can
she is the nature by herself
Who bears everything in itself
