Those rough hands
Which held me firm
To make me strong
For a long term
Her love is invincible
All of it for me
Her sufferings ,her hard work
None of it I could see
She would wake before the sun
Just to see her daughter
But I couldn't see her
Glistening eyes full of water
She would sleep after the moon
As it seemed to me
I was a tiny sapling
She turned me into a tree
Beneath her stone words
Laid a soft heart
As tough as stone
Nothing can pull her apart
She is the gold shining in the river bed .
And I am the extractor whom she fed
I was never able to realize
How much hard work she did
Her extra ordinary will
She always hid.
She believes in giving
And she give it all to me
Her time
Her love
Her dreams
Her power
Her life
She give it all as a key
A key to open the doors
To make her feel proud
And raise the shining sun again
Which earlier hid behind the dark cloud .
The most beautiful gift of god
She is as pretty as flowing water
Noting can stop her
She is my splendid mother .....
As the topic suggest this poem is entirely dedicated to my beautiful and hard working mother ... She is the best thing that happened in my life .. I just can never get tired thanking her ... I hope you all like this as everyone loves their mother ..
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