A Mother’s Love is something,
No one can explain.
She cooks, she works, she sacrifices,
And never complains about the pain.
Her love is a mysterious creation,
Which the God himself can’t understand.
It’s yet to be discovered,
About her rarest heart and the blessed hand.
She finds your fault,
Turns it into a virtue.
She always understands everything,
And finds the best in you.
A Mother’s Love and her kindness,
There’s no greater treasure known.
I am proud of myself,
For the world, I own.
- Khushi Katiyar
( Kanpur, UP )