In Praise of Mother’s Love

In the realm of love, pure and divine,
Lives a mother's heart, an endless shrine.
No reason sought, no demand to make,
Only giving, for love's own sake.

Unfathomable depths in her eyes do dwell,
A love so boundless, no words can tell.
It stretches beyond both time and space,
A warm embrace, a gentle grace.

No limit, no end, no boundary in sight,
A love that shines like the morning light.
It's the pot of gold, the treasure untold,
At the end of every rainbow, it unfolds.

In the darkest storms, her love's the guide,
A shelter in which we can safely hide.
It heals our wounds, mends every crack,
A love that always has our back.

Through laughter and tears, joy and sorrow,
A mother's love, today and tomorrow.
It's a beacon of hope in the darkest night,
A love that burns with unwavering light.

So let us cherish this love so pure,
A bond that forever will endure.
No reason, no demand, just love so grand,
A mother's love, a golden strand.

-Mani