Mother

This poem is an attempt for all those who miss or really care for their mother. God is great and so is MOTHER.

Born with palm closed,
Nothing in your hand.
Unknown to the plan
Which the Almighty had planned.

Getting the first glimpse,
Glimpse of your mother,
Till the time you could understand and speak
You knew no other.

She taught you to respect,
She taught you prayers,
For every little thing you cried for
She was the one who wiped your tears.

Now, you are a grown up
With morals and principles which she had taught.
And your mother is old and tired.
But to help her, do you need a second thought!

All the riches you earned
With great efforts and the passing time
Are you forgetting in those glitters
The person who made you sublime!

She was the one who strove for you
Who made you believe in Destiny than Fate
Try your best to keep her happy
Before she diminishes in memories and before its too late.