Dear Editor,
A mother’s love is unconditional, and incomparable with anything in this world. The number of old-age homes are increasing day by day. My humble plea to all: Let’s try to enrich the younger generation with values, so they do not treat their elders as a burden. The following lines written by me are an ode to a mother: ‘Kitne mohak the woh din/Jab mein tumhari gode mein thi/Na dukh ki chinta, na sukh ka abhaas,/Nanhi baahon mein simta tha saara akash,/Kintu kitne veig se khatam hua woh safar,/Kitni prakhar, kitni kathin yeh jeevan dagar’ (Those were the golden days when I was in your lap/I was untouched by worries and sorrows of the world/The whole world was trapped in mother’s arms/But the time passed with the blinking of the eyes/Life seems full of hardships). I miss my childhood spent with my dear mother.
Aruna Dogra Sharma,
Mohali
