I have a prize ,deep in my heart
Mother, what a pleasure in my heart
You are so precious, non can purchase
A gift at hand , no gold can match

In time of despair
When my cheeks are weary of tears
You never miss a chance, wipe them dry
Which metal can I offer?
Not bronze or silver
That can stand your chance

Before the day ends
When the lamps go dim
I will buy some oil
With a deep fragrance
And offer you at hand

Be active, reading my words
A day will come ,when the stones will witness
All good deeds , they won't lose value
Not by words ,but actions withstand
It is you and me, people won't say good.