God has endowed a precious gift to us,
It's the love of a mother which is so surplus ;
Even when the whole world becomes venomous,
She is the one who remain scrupulous.


She sacrifices everything and suffers a great pain,
But she never let our tears to drain.
Very seldom she shouts and scolds,
But the very next she affectionates again and again.


A mother is who makes the dull to shine bright,
Fights with our plight.
And if we sometimes get ill,
She is wide awake the whole night.


Lucky are those who have their mother,
As there are some who lacks her.
The way she is to us,
We should also be the same to her.
Never get dejected when she stops you for something,
As she always says for our life to be better.