Which substance has baptized their hearts
Their sanctums of love,joy and pain
A flood that breaches all ramparts
Is more profound than repose of rain!

Sweeter than milk, saltier than sea
Holier than the shrine of divinity
For all the pain she spills away
She’s a Goddess made of blood and clay!

Her heart how holds an inferno
With a faith that overwhelms every fear
Many more shades in her rainbow
Who only knows to love and care!

A mother has her very own creed
Beyond belief of a myriad years
In faith’s farm beauty’s soulful seed
WHAT ARE MOTHERS WITHOUT THEIR TEARS!

© 2023 Vikas Chandra