The sweetest bouquet to every mother
By
P.R.Ramamachander
( I saw a tamil poem by my face book friend and wrote)
One day my school teacher asked ,
For the sweetest five letter word,
One boy said sugar , another honey ,
But I said , it is mother and I got maximum marks.
My friends were discussing about best dosa,
Some one said vidhyarthi bhavan ,
Some one else said , is hotel woodlands,
I with a smile said, My mother’s dosa
My father took lot of loan from bank,
Struggled day and night till he repaid ,
And built a small house in my village
But to me and sibling’s it is mother’s home
Father’s smell, is the smell of sweat ,
But that of mother is that of moon,
Father’s love is rugged and violent
But that of mother is sweet like a moon
Father went to office in a big car,
He got salary of a lakh of rupees
But my mother’s office is her kitchen
And the salary that she got was tones of affection
Father took me to great doctors ,
When I was sick and medicines
But what cured me was the soft touch,
Of my mother , to see whether I have got cured
I have gone to hundreds of temples,
Have saluted and worshipped many many gods,
But when I reach my home and fall at the feet ,
Of my mother, her tears fell on me and I got all I want.
