Submissions.

My mother, and her memories My mother, and her woes of life Her poverty stricken life Her efforts to bring us as confident To lead a life in this world To find a job and giving education She sung songs in beautiful ways She prayed well in solemnity She made nourishing cuisines for all She silently suffered the ailment And went to aboard of peace Leaving all the children to their own fate Oh mother I bow my head before your memory Before your image, before your love So to submit this lines, for motherhood.