Mother

God cannot reach everywhere,

So he made a care taker,

All with her comfort and love,

She is called mother.

Her love is supreme more than god,

But we never do care,

In every silent way she express

Her worry and pain that she bears.

Love is expressed so silently

In the form of worry and anger

If we had to pay for her care

We  would be left with nothing and a beggar.