My Mother Poem by Gangadharan nair Pulingat..

My mother is no more
She went abode of god for ever
I am lucky for my life she gave me
I am happy the years loved me by her
My mother the symbol of love
And tried her best to get enough to us
She used to say study well, read well
And try to sing well, get away sorrows
She advised to help the father in farm
Farm work as a devotional job itself
Love the earth that gives all
And while you take you are bound to give
Return the best of bio manures for her health
The earth gives us the paddy, vegetables
The fruits and all the eatable food
Still she doesn't ask for a thanks
My mother is no more and died
But her advise is still relevant in my life.