Jitender Singh
Mother - The Reflection of Divine Love
She is Heaven’s tender grace.
A living stream of love and mercy,
Wrapped in warmth and endless embrace.
She walks through storms without complaining,
Yet lays soft flowers upon our way.
She hides her tears behind a smile,
So her children may laugh each day.
She breaks her bread to feed her family,
Though hunger quietly fills her soul.
She sacrifices dreams in silence,
Just to make her children whole.
Through sleepless nights beside our pillows,
She whispers prayers no ears can hear.
Carrying every wound in silence,
Holding her children forever near.
And when we wander far from goodness,
Losing sight of the path once known,
She bends her knees in faithful prayer,
Calling for mercy before the throne.
A mother’s wisdom shines like lanterns,
Guiding hearts through darkest nights.
Teaching truth, compassion, kindness,
Leading souls toward what is right.
Where a praying mother is present,
Peace gently fills the air.
Like rain upon a thirsty desert,
Grace begins flowing everywhere.
But those whose mothers are now gone
Carry a silence deep inside.
Even within crowded places,
An unseen emptiness still hides.
There are nights when memories return,
And pillows quietly know the tears.
For even one whisper of the word “Mother”
Can awaken a thousand years.
If your mother is still beside you,
Honor her while you can.
For no treasure in all this world
Can replace a mother’s hand.
Because within a mother’s footsteps
Lives a universe of prayer.
And without her gentle presence,
Life feels hollow everywhere.
This Mother’s Day,
Do not offer flowers alone—
If possible, offer a heartfelt prayer
For the one who first called you her own.
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