Mothers Secret:

A sultry evening, as I gazed through the window,

Gazing at the world that stood colorful before me,
A sweet fragrance that struck me of my thoughts,
Was not of Jasmin, not even a rose
I turned back hearing her foot steps near
There she was with that tiny silver bowl
And her cheering beautiful smile
She picked me up and showed me the world
Which was now expanded an extent untold
She showed me trees, vendors and their cries
With every single sight she gave me a mouthful
Of her ever special sweet rosy milk rice
My mother my only world I ever knew
My strength, my guide and my sense
My everything and more - I love you