She Is My Mother Poem by Nurul Hoque

What a gift from God she is my mother
And my mother who never grows old
She cherishes me for all the moments
By moulded her heart as precious gold

She is my garden of multiple colors
I looked her eyes bright as shining rock
She is really a mother of wonderland
And I am always her little Nurul Hoque

She is a mother of humanity and peace
She is a symbol of goodness and care
I can dedicate my soul for her happiness
She is my first love is seemed quite fare

I could sacrifice all in hot or move in rain
If she stay with me I will never feel pain