Mother

Can't I be your son, today?

Can't I be permitted

To whisper today,

'Oh! Mother,

The peerless woman,

The Goddess of love,

The unconditional mother,

Give me the ecstasy

To render my services

As your staunch son'.

Soothing words of yours

Alleviate my tension,

Caring for yours

Compel the fever

To whisper adieu.

Cocooning my problems,

You exude

A comforting smile

And

Tousle my hair to relax me.

Through

Your selfless service,

You solve

Many a problem

Of my life.

Yes,

My mother,

You are

Not my mother-in-law,

you are my mother

Who can be emulated

By Lord Krishna's mother only.

Yes,

Oh! My mother,

You are my mother

And

No one can snatch

This right from me,

No one can snatch

This right from me.