MOTHER

Mother she s like the sunrise, Warm and cheerful her radiant eyes. Mother she s like the plant and the trees, Loves everyone without any bias or greed. Mother she s like the night-time sky, Casts her protective shield without a deny. Mother she s like the wind, Spreading her wisdom to all her kin. Mother she s like the rain, Gentle and kind, erasing our pain. Mother she s like the vast ocean, Such wonderful patience, care and caution. Mother she s like the first-rain smell of the soil, So dear to her children, even if she may have committed a crime. Mother she s like the incense stick, Spreading her love and fragrance till the last wick. Mother she s like the sun rays, Working so hard each and every day. Mother she s like the moonlight,

Guiding and supporting in our darkest nights. Mother she s like the burning flame, Spreading her warmth to everyone who came. Mother she s like the crayon pencil, Coloring every moment with a different stencil. Mother she s like the morning dew, Always glistening, though happiness may be few. Mother she s like the wind chime. Delicate she seems, but on the whole divine. Mother she s like God s grace, The best person to go to when you need solace. Mother she makes the alchemist s work seem old. Isn t she worth much more than gold? Mother she s like the phoenix bird, She ll keep rising from the ashes, not easily deterred. Mother she is the epitome of love. We may strive all our life to give it back, it still won t be enough.

-Vishaka Chakrapani