The mother in you twinkles
I see a sparkle
and also a trickle.
The mother in you smiles
effortlessly you cross the miles
carry a record of activity in files
The mother in you beams
as you see the order in a stream
and walk with a dream.
The mother in you stands tall
as your children listen to your call
you glide through in ease without a fall.
That be the mother in you at last
a name to reckon with in a cast
up goes your fame all fast.
There ends my eulogy of you
that be the mother in you
a shrine of values true.
Meenas Poems 