The red roses,
The honeydew hibiscus,
The white jasmine,
The tiny shuli flowers,
The orange marigold,
ornate my mother's garden,
like precious jewels adorn,
by gorgeous amazon.
Their sweet smell,
attract swarming bees,
in hunt for nectar,
and some pollen seeds
Their colourful sights,
are mother's pride,
and her eyes delight,
making passerbys stop,
and revel it's beauty
The bright sunshine,
The fertile soil,
The plentiful water,
The rain Gods blessings,
is what they all need
My mother glows,
at fruits of her work,
with tiny pinch of patience,
and large portion of nature's rewards
