A Mother’s love surpasses every Love,
An Unconditional Love at its truest form.
Peace, joy and comfort;
Where can you get it all?
I get it all from my mother’s Lap.

Behind every wrinkled lines on her face,
Lies a tale of remarkable sacrifice.
A tale of how I transform
From a boy to manhood.
A tale of selfless sacrifice.

Every single drop of her silent tears;
Give me an ocean of changes.
A tool that had sharpen me,
And made me what I am today -
A better person.

Every count of her hair fall,
Every drop of her sweats,
That rolls down her pale cheek,
Had given me the best life can offer,
While she compromises with the least.

Every single moment of her lonely time
Kneeling down in prayers,
With the only sound that of her silent tears
Touching the floor,
Had me wrapped in utmost protection.

And Behind every lines of her cracked feet;
Lies a story of highest dedication,
A tale of purest love and care,
A story of utmost hard work,
And a testimony of living sacrifice.

R.R.Shimray II