There is a person, a very special one br For each one of us, she is second to none br It is well-established that like her, there is no other br She is the divine apparition we all know as “Mother” br br She experiences great pain while giving us birth br In order to safely make us come to Earth br When she sees her newborn(s) , she weeps like a child br She vows to take care of them, when their bodies are mild br br She feeds us, waits on us, with us she sleeps br In times of our illness, she silently weeps br She never lets us go, even for a brief period of time br When we feel sad, to us she recites a nursery rhyme br br From her, we get encouragements, rebukes galore br As also stories which are part of fairy lore br She hits us, scolds us, in order to correct our wrongs br But afterwards she also breaks into a flurry of sweet songs br br But what do WE do? When she becomes old, br And we grow up, we leave her out in the cold br We never listen to her, we feel she’s bossy and snooping br Her feelings are hurt, her shoulders start drooping br br Our mother wonders, “What is my crime, br Why are my children deserting me at this time? ” br She starts feeling lonely, depressed and sad br She thinks her entire motherhood was bad br br She leaves this world, a broken and hurt creature br Once upon a time, she was our greatest teacher br We wail and cry during her last rites, we sing and dance like bards br We don’t realize our indifference has killed her like broken glass shards br br To all who read this, think of their mothers, I make a request br We may win, we may lose many things in life’s quest br But one thing we will never lose, remember, my brother br The love and faith of the divine apparition called “Mother”br br RONY PATRAbr br