She is the mother
Who has raised a
Son ,
Whose moral values
Touches the sky,
Whose confidence is
like an Aquila
Who  fly,
So high...
Mother is happy,
She has raised a son
Who is busy serving
The mother nation,
Bharat maa,

She is thin
Old, her vitals
Don't function well
But she is living
Just to see her son
Once in a year.

With her old shrunken,
Eyes she waits ,
Her dry massless wrinkled
Hand waits ,
To touch his son
Once in a year.

She is the mother
Who fed her son
With so much love &
Care ..

now that love and care
Is enjoyed by
By a billion and more .



As once Napoleon said,

Great nation need nothing
Much as Good Mothers.