ON MOTHER’S DAY 

The lady who bears you 

Is God’s choice 

Best suited for you 

Labours when you are 

In her womb 

And extends her warm lap

To make sure you are safe 

In this unsafe world.

In this world which is full of 

Critics and men who judge you 

Eager to punish you 

For your faults,

There she is who loves you

With all your faults 

And when fate encounters 

With multiple issues,

She sighs on your destiny 

Good or bad, foul or chaste 

A son is a son 

And a daughter a daughter

Remember young souls 

A mother too is a mother 

From her lap we emerge 

To her lap we retire 

Which waits for us 

While we are busy 

In making sense of this life.

Dr. Jernail Singh Anand, [the Seneca, Charter of Morava, Franz Kafka and Maxim Gorky awards Laureate, with an opus of 180 books, whose name adorns the Poets’ Rock in Serbia]]  is a towering literary figure whose work embodies a rare fusion of creativity, intellect, and moral vision.