Mother…A hope in all resorts..

She shares her life,
Happily undergoes a knife,
In death pain,
With a smile again,
With maximum hope to bring us to this strife…

May be she’s educated,
Or may really be uneducated,
She is the pope,
And our last hope,
when we fail in all phases of life truncated….

“Mother” is a teacher,
She is also a preacher,
Our soul strength,
Through life length,
a never dying hope for our well being in any literature…

God couldn't be present everywhere, to take care of us...So, he sent mother to do that for him...

© SriSudha K