The tale of a mother

By Supratim Tripathi

She came and sat on my window one morning,
She enquired whether I was well coming,
Then being satisfied She made her nest,
All her friends joined her in this fest.
When I woke up I saw that beauty,
sitting in her dwelling galently, She gazed me silently with request,
And I replied her to have complete rest.
When a beautiful notion is motherhood,
Can never ever be complete by understood,
She takes the pain,
And for her nothing is in vain
She brought the new life in this world,
She made us strong and got us enrolled,
She taught us and fed us,
She cleared our daily mess with no fuss.
When I saw her in her nest,
She appeared like a Goddess ready to harvest,
I just kept on looking her,
And she did the same with swollen furr.
Definitely God would have been in in very good mood,
When he created the emotion of motherhood,
The pain She took When she laid,
All disappeared and She sat as an innocent maid .
She looked so beautiful and satisfied,
As if to her no happiness had ever denied.
She didnot move for 13 days truly proofs motherhood is invisible as the saying says.