My Mother

a poem by Gummadapu Narasimha Rao

My Mentor, My Teacher is My Mother
Aim earnest savings her, at my welfare,
Toils she to my future just apt preacher
So my soul and sprit act her cute desire.

Feels she glee and pride at éclat studies
My noble job puts her in joy boundless,
Effects wedlock well with all etiquettes
Blithe to train my kids, as lures selfless.

Treats all the environs with cosy gaiety
Plays among kids never exhibits growl,
Smartly words with in-law draw amity
Turns old, sits not idle still just a while.

Wants, my stay at her side to Almighty
Fulfilling sane desire is my prime duty.