She is a Mother
Yes, she is.By any definition.
As she has given us birth
Nourished, nurtured, and enabled us,;
To live this beautiful life .
Though not visible in flesh and blood
She is a unique, immortal spirit
Conceived in minds and hearts, deep down
A sacred entity in herself
To be felt, adored and glorified,
She is known as the land of birth
The proud mother of millions of children
Of varied merits and ambitions
Hailing from different backgrounds
With diverse emotional and mental makeup,
There are people with seasoned thinking
and also immature and devoid of reason
Adamant at raising voices of dissent
Only to feed their selfish intentions.
But this supreme, magnanimous mother
Embraces them all with equal love
And doles out her gifts to all of them
Regardless of class, colour and creed.
Whether they be loyal, sensible, grateful
Or most arrogant selfish and rude
She is to them ever loving and kind
Who never gets upset or unduly annoyed
For, sure she believes and rightly so
That a mother should behave as a mother always
And let the children decide for themselves
Whether to be grateful or else , otherwise
So what if you sing not her praise aloud
Or even refuse to pronounce her name ?
Over and above these rituals she stands
Intact is her glory, uphold it or not .