World Crown At Her Feet

World crown at her feet Look at her smiling face And trace the elements of joy She has nothing to worry About the colour of child she carries No one throws child away If he bears black skin and says "Mama, mama "the mother gets fully excited He joy in holding child is simply doubled No woman may mind If she finds Her child has dark complexion On the contrary, she has enormous love in raising children She has nothing to complain But the supremacy of God remains All the time in her heart This is called humanitarian art Whether she works in field Or works with prestigious position held Her love for child never lessens She has world's crown She may remain same For child to grow in time He may part with and choose different path Mother may hold the same feeling till her last breath