Mother

From the divinely womb

To reaching the heavenly tomb

Admiring our day to day sights

To sleepless nights

Wiping out drools

To cleaning our stools

Gentle brawls

To protect our crawls

Helping our walks

To slipping shocks

Making us learn

To raise us stern

First day school fear

To leaving us in tear

Josh on school first

To pat on to do best

Early aged widow

To protecting shadow

Educating honesty

To teaching modesty 

Striving for school fee

To covering with delightful glee

Managing our troubles 

To burst those as bubbles

Raising a daughter and a son

To giving them higher education

Finding son ill

To passing indomitable will

Managing society's sting 

To make me live like a king

The sacrifices are too many

Highs, lows not to miss any

Deeds with noble innocence 

How do I recompense? 

Like the bright feather 

How do I thank you enough mother?