Mother

Mother is Universe,
Speak to compel Birth on that sense.
Her affection grows with chest milk.
Inspiration looks like to bleak.
Her lap was shelter of calm and peaceful place.
When she touches her hands on my head it confirmed there  blsss.
Her words to be follow.
If we obey then our life will glow.
When in cortyard great women my mother used to conch blow.
It is confirmed  that peace and happiness  in that family will be flow.
Dr saroj kumar Khan