Dedicated to all mothers of the world
(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.”