My Mother’s Love

A Poem

My mother whom made me to speak,
And thy brought me up from weak,
You gave birth with much pain;
And tears of affection shed
She with strain.
When I was feeble to talk,
Thy mighty made me to walk,
Every drop of her tears can’t cease;
But, I owe to make her please.
When many mocked at me and
Let me down,
My infant mother carried me up,
I beg thy almighty please my life to spare,
I will take care of thy, this I swear.
Every drop of her tear is an ocean to me,
And every word is command to me,
She gave me ‘the moral thought’;
And courage which can’t be bought.
Whenever I were to take ill,
She always accommodated me with a phil,
And worked hard with great care;
And abraded are all my fears.
When the sky at night was dark,
And this made me to freight,
But, my mother sat with a story,
And pointing her finger towards
The stars of the bright!

By G.S.Vasukumar