On Mother's Day

I behold on her face, tranquility and serenity, passion and devotion, oozing love, bursting breast for rescue of her baby, begging door to door. I behold in her eyes quantum of tears in her eyes seven oceans are meagre to accommodate her eyes. I behold on her forehead drop of sympathy is bereaved from her fate; thus, begging door to door. I behold on her face the face of a mother brought up with her blood for nine months; angel is she to save his life. I behold on her face the face of a mother who can transmit her heart if felt inescapable; because SHE IS A MOTHER.