Mother's day is not just one day. Celebrate each day. For all you happy days are hers; she gave you! With this theme, Grace Sitharaman pens down a beautiful poem.
What grows naturally needs not a label.
The wild breeze just blow through,
with no route map it sweeps the terrains.
As you go up the hill on a chugging train,
Blossoms bloom carefree in the rain,
Do you know each of their names?
A mother has her own rhyme to bond,
Her words are melting snowflakes,
Sleepy fairy dust on the eyelids of
A playful sleepy child – There is no day for this and neither a name.
The birds come back home at dusk,
We know not how many did the day last,
We just see the flock fly eagerly, towards the setting sun.
Why do we have to celebrate just
‘A’ Day for our Mother? If she’s there
One need to celebrate daily - not look farther.
Every day is for every mother around the world,
Without her you may live but your ‘WORLD’
Will not be the same even on Mother’s Day !
-by Grace Sitharaman
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