Real Mother Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Who else can be better?
Than the real mother
Thousands of words may fail to describe
She remains at heart fully inscribed

It is lovely to dream about her and honor
She has spent complete life for minors
What else she might be in her mind?
She may struggle later for us to find

We may have our own family
All her tales may look silly
We may pay little or no attention
She may never mind or make mention

That is her asset and greatness
That glory and brightness is seen on face
Who on earth and heaven can compete with her?
Even if something is to be offered then offer only prayer

No amount of compensation can pay her debt
Her honor and pride is higher and always kept
What we all did to her is mater of shame
No use when later on you realize and blame

She won’t come back from heaven to look after
All her greatness may be realized later
In poverty or richness she is all the same
No one knows where from the divinity came?

Even great souls have prayed and showered the roses
Touched the feet and offers emotional kisses
What all these gestures show or speak
Her position is supreme and not weak

I will certainly bow my head to her greatness
No creature on earth deserves honor and praise
Oh, mother you are sacred than all on earth
You are remembered life long even after death