An ode to a mother

She sits with a sigh, on the bed
rubs the sweat off her forehead
with her dough covered hands
looking at her sleeping infant

Just a while ago he was running and playing,
tugging at her saree and crying,
wanting her to carry him in her arms
And now he looks like an angel all calm.

she sits now and thinks
of those long months she carried him within her
how scared she was to bring him to this word
where it was tough to survive, to strive
how he will grow
how he will learn
how will he protect himself without her

But now when she looks at his smiling face
she knows with her love and care
he will do no wrong
he will be  strong
he can take on the world

She is not just woman
She is not just a wife
she is a mother,who blessed this world with a new life
a ray hope.
she is a mother , not just for her child
sleeping in her arms,but to all mankind.