APJ Abdul kalam poem

                       My Mother

Sea waves, golden sand, pilgrims' faith,

Rameswaram Mosque Street, all merge into one,

My Mother!

You come to me like haven's caring arms.

I remember the war days when life was challenge and toil.....

Miles to walk, hours before sunrise,

Walking to take lessons from the saintly teacher near the temple.

Again miles to the Arab teaching school,

Climb sandy hills to Railway Station Road,

Collect, distribute newspaper to temple citizens,

Few hours after sunrise, going to school.

Evening, business time before study at night.

All this pain of a young boy,

My mother you transformed into pois strenght

With kneeling and bowing five times

For the grace of Almight only, My Mother.

Your strong piety is your children's strenght,

You always shared your best with whoever needed the most,

You always gave, and gave with faith in him.

I still remember the day when I was ten,

Sleeping on your lap to the envy of my elder brothers and sisters

It was full moon night, my world only you knew

Mother! My Mother!

When at midnight I woke with tears falling on my knee

You knew the pain of your child, my mother.  

Your caring hands, tenderly removing the pain

Your love, your care, your faith gave me strenght

To face the world without fear and with His strenght

We will meet again on the great judgement Day, My Mother!

                                                                                        

                                                                                                  APJ Abdul Kalam