Mother- The Paragon

It takes days and months and years
To discover the real beauty of nature
Which is none other than a ‘mother’
The Paragon among God’s creatures.

No land exists more fertile than a mother’s heart
It can be finer than clay and coarser than sand
Into which percolates each common part
Of joy and sorrow, which she takes with open hands.

No tree there is, more shady than her frame
Whose shade extends to those many coming under her
Like a tree that protects from the sun and the rain
A mother does so by holding all together.

No river flows more swift and steady
Than the move of a mother’s feet in beauty
As the river washes the land- all dirty and muddy
A mother cleanses all hearts that are sinful and guilty.

No air is purer than a mother’s thoughts
Which are sanctified and pure as lilies
No vices no ill-feelings ever in them rot
So rich in wisdom they make every head that is silly.

So stands before us the goddess of nature
Brighter than sun, higher than sky,
More fragrant than flowers and colourful than butterflies.
To you we bow O dear mother
For you are the Paragon among God’s creatures.