Mother Poem by Perveiz Ali

No doubt a human yet unlike any other,
who can dare to campare with the another.

Showing love, tenderness and concern,
Unique to each child each in turn.

With sympathy, empathy and compassion,
An epitome of maternal love with distinction.


Many are alone and are the wolves fodder,
Reality to me is I have a dotting mother.

A teacher, a builder of nation for the better,
Real and loving with courage mixed in her batter.

A promise to seek welfare for her brood,
Comes from a mother, she finds us our food.

To struggle, strain and sweat in hard labor,
Just to see us smile and happy as no bother.

She sacrifices her leisure for her offspring,
Knowing full well treasures it will not bring.

Compromise her comfort to ensure our,
A mother will slave and fight for hours.


Our sheild and protecter through formative years,
She takes it all in strife, always hiding tears.


Jan'2014