What is Mother
As far as I remember,
Who cracked the bones of her body
to give birth to me, and
threw away all her hobbies and desires as a teenager;
She is my mother.
In a responsible life who deprived
from her freedom just for me,
She is my mother.
While surviving in a joint family,
who was being hungry but fed to me her shared;
She is my mother.
Despite the neglect of her husband and others,
who kept holding the family for me,
She is my mother.
To say one's wealth was just a kitchen,
and the freedom of rights was only free to cry;
She is my mother.
The one who stills giving me safe shelter
in her old age and tells me that I am safe and alive,
She is my mother.
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