Mother’s love is that sweet ambrosia
That all world takes in delight
Like warm milk to the starving cat
It comforts and soothes all.
It is the blood that courses through the heart
Giving life to the helpless
And sucking in their grief.
O Mother who loves and protects
With tender tinges soothing tire,
It is the true miracle.
Through happiness and sorrow,
Through cold moss and warm pine,
As sure as the rising sun
So blessed are we, with gracious love.
By Govind S (Alumni-2018)