World Is My Mother Poem by Zillur Rahman Shuvro

My mother's name is World
She doesn't know what hatred is!
A divine peace is always in her lap
And her finger's touch is better than kiss.
Every day I take breath, who's giving air?
The chain of her command is absolutely fair.
She is mysterious and she has unimaginable beauty
Every day she's giving rice into our mouth carefully.
Our protoplasm is growing up in how
No classifications in her eyes - man, crow and cow.
Her breast is too vast almost three-quarter of her body
She's feeding us without hesitation and proudly.
We should avoid the black deeds which hurt mother
Mind it only mother can save us without father.