THE MOTHER'S LOVE
Oh mother, are you really one,
Did you ever face labour pains?
For every child is your child,
Why not learn from the hen?
In life's vast tapestry, we find
The beauty of a mother's love,
Unbounded, infinite, divine,
Guiding us like a gentle dove.
Every child, your child, dear mother,
You nurture them with tender care,
Your love, a shelter like no other,
A bond so deep, beyond compare.
Like the hen, protecting her young,
You shield us from life's stormy skies,
Through trials, you remain strong,
With arms outstretched, wiping our cries.
From the first heartbeat's sweet sound,
To our first steps upon this earth,
You cradle us in love profound,
A love that's filled with endless worth.
Labor pains may come in different forms,
For some, it's physical, for others, emotional,
Yet a mother's strength, it transforms,
Turning pain into love, so pure and global.
Oh mother, we owe you a debt,
For the sacrifices you have made,
Through your love, we are forever blessed,
In your warm embrace, we find solace and aid.
So let us learn from the noble hen,
Raising chicks it hatches not,
To love all children, again and again,
For every child is your child, in every thought.