O, Mom Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

It is simple calculation
Birth and death relation
Mother does for children
With great sacrifice even

The love that finds no parallel
Only to speak well
For entire family
And to lead them happily

Nothing makes us different
We are everywhere and present
In crisis and in plight
We make our presence right

Even if male dominated society
Leaves us to the mercy and pity
We all undergo pain and fight
You children are dear and our sight

At no time, we shall differ
But offer for our care
To bring them up for social living
And stand with honor for believing

So live along in this ravaged jungle
With lots of pan and struggle
The name of mother stands for centuries
And remind us about pain and miseries