The sweetest bouquet to every mother

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.