I See My Mother Poem by Anil Kumar Panda

I see my mother in the morn
Sweeping floors and drawing water
From the well; I see her in the noon
Cooking and feeding us with rice gruel;
I see my mother in the evening lighting
Lamps before the gods and praying;
I see her sitting by the hearth stirring
And frying; I see my mother in the night
Singing lullabies to us; I see her face
Calm and cool and never feeling sad
For loss; I see her struggling day and
Night and day; I see my mother's hair
Turning black to gray; and I see her
Serene and smiling face on the death bed;
I feel she needed love as she loved us
But unfortunately she has never had.