The Mother In Mother's Day. A Poem By A Father. @ Poet Subrata Ray Poem by Subrata Ray

The Mother In Mother's Day. A poem By A Father. @ Poet Subrata Ray
I do not bother
The mother with her daughters
Her love and blesdings prevail.
She enriches them as they grow
In their movement to and fro
From the yesterdays to tomorrows.
Should I bother, should I bother?
No, no , no , never, never never,
The daughters are under the Mother's care.
Since their births, in this earth ,
By her love and service, she grows dear to dearer.
From their tender years
The mother ever bears
Vigilant look, on their ropes
And put forward every scope
In the struggle of upbringing
And rivered them with love and healings.
The father afforded sustenance,
And linked sentence to sentence
As every father more or less does,
Mother bestowed constant Touch.
Mother is great, mother is great
Greater than Fortune and Fate ,
Better than motherland and Heaven
A miracle of Love and Duty interweaven.