My Mother Sea waves, golden sand , pilgrims’ faith , Rameshwaram Mosque Street, all merge into one, My Mother! You come to me like heaven’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 newspapers to temple city 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 pious strength With kneeling and bowing five times For the Grace of the Almighty only , My Mother. Your strong piety is your children’s strength, 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 brot