MOTHER

Mother---The light of home

The word, 'mother' is  tremendous
No matter how it is praised
It cannot be defined
The levels of  the word mother…
That cann't be confined in letters.

The tongue gave way
A voice from me "Amma"
In times of distress and joy
Before God, I call "Amma".

She, without conditions and covenants,
Eliminated  hunger and stubbornness
Motherhood streams spilled to me
The nectar of my mind  and self-strength
"Amma" you were the link 
Among the relationships in the home
The light of our sweet hut.