Submissions. Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

My mother, and her memories
My mother, and her woes of life
Her poverty stricken life
Her efforts to bring us as confident
To lead a life in this world
To find a job and giving education
She sung songs in beautiful ways
She prayed well in solemnity
She made nourishing cuisines for all
She silently suffered the ailment
And went to aboard of peace
Leaving all the children to their own fate
Oh mother I bow my head before your memory
Before your image, before your love
So to submit this lines, for motherhood.