Dedicated to all
mothers of the world
Translated by
P.R.Ramachander
(From whatsapp, Thanks to whosoever has written it , Do also read
http://stotrarathna.blogspot.in/2009/07/adhi-shankaras-mathru-panchakam.html as well
as https://rajathathablog.blogspot.in/2016/12/the-angel-called-ammamothermummy.html and shed
tears for the God sent
angel, but for whom, you would not be
there .)
Though home was
built by father , for us it is our mother’s home.
Kitchen is the office of mother , and her expected salary is our love.
There is no need of medicine
if we get fever,
The frequent touch of mother to see if it
has gone is more than sufficient.
Oh friends who tease me for putting the
dash of turmeric spot in the new dress,
In spite of my
growing up, this is not put by me but by my mother.
The only worry of
mother attacked by typhoid, is
that she would not able to cook.
The beggar who calls “Oh mother” to get alms, is the Guru
of all psychiatrists.
By telling any lie mother
can be deceived, except “I have already
taken food.”
When rarely father
and son laugh together, mother wipes .
Her eyes for the dust that had not fallen and moves away.
It is these mothers
who fill up the bags of children going ,
To outside their
city , with love soaked unlimited
eatables.
When children need
to pay school feel , they
approach only their mother,
Because she will get it from father or give it herself
and get chastised by father.
Though both
parents are inside home , we only knock the door and call “Mother”
In all poems written on mother at least two wet marks of tears would be there.
The international
slogan of mothers is “My child
cannot tolerate hunger.”
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