Dedicated to all the mothers. <br /> <br />No love stronger than mother's love, <br />croons around and preens like a dove. <br />Unpaired is the bond on this earth, <br />naught in creation can match her worth. <br />Perennial tie that heaven has made, <br />caressing the lock, tress and braid. <br />As she labors to bring forth life. <br />A bond uncut with the keenest knife. <br />Mother’s love is an endless song, <br />sung every day and all night long. <br />Oblivious she to the vagaries of time, <br />her lullabies ring an eternal rhyme. <br />whenever her brood need her there, <br />she’s always close with her prayer. <br />Mother's love is an endless bloom. <br />Eternal spring to the day of doom. <br />HIS devise, God bless our Mothers. <br />Unrivaled, apart, from all HIS others. <br />God, bless each an all of them. <br />in their womb, HIS will doth stem. <br />All the tears and pain that they share, <br />each bite of the lip for that they care. <br />She’s special as daughter and as wife. <br />GOD then blows in the crucible of life. <br />Dots her kids in an endless dance, <br />joyous and pleased at every prance; <br />at this she’ll never bask, at all. <br />Only wipes her tears at our every fall. <br />When her days, are over an done, <br />then we know that she was the one. <br /> <br />(Islamabad)<br /><br />saadat tahir<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mothers-7/
