Mother, the epitome of love,
A creation by god,
She is the waterfall of kindness,
She is as strong as a mountain,
Just as a mountain that blocks the obstacles,
She too blocks the obstacles and protects her children;
She is like a soldier who fights for her children,
She is as strong as fire,
Maybe fire is weaker than her,
She knows only to sacrifice,
Only to give but not take;
Like a flower that beautifies a plant,
She is like a flower that beautifies her children,
Like a plant that needs sunlight,
Her children too need her,
To become radiant and to shine,
Losing her is like losing life,which will never return,
Unfortunately She is only one,
No one could replace her,
She is mortal,
But through her deeds she becomes immortal.