Mother

With Eyes brimming mercy
She sees me every day
Her sugary words and the healing touch
Then to an unseen God, why do I pray?

She made me walk, she made me crawl
She cheers me up with her simple talk
With showers of love she blesses my way
Then to an unspoken God, why do I pray?

Her heart pumps at my smallest defeat
A touch of her makes worries fleet
Tired with the world and the naughty fray
Than to an untouched God, Why do I pray?

“Mother” not just a word, but a world with in
The women, the inspiration, who makes me win
I bow NOT to the entities of stone or clay
To “The Mother “, my God,
I always bow, I always pray