Mother's Love. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

She was lying in bed
Ailing and tired
Something tries to say to me
She my dear mother in bed
I couldn't accept the reality
But things made to approve the truth
She is going for ever from me
My dear mother, lying in bed
She was every day eager to see me
Her own son and a helping hand
But life it is cruel at some time
I was away from her while she died
Still I hope in my sleep always
As if my mother is looking me
And saying my dear one are you going well
That is the mother's love
Which every one loves in life.