The bravest battle that ever was fought!
Shall I tell you where and when?
On the maps of the world you will find it not;
’twas fought by the mothers of men.
Nay not with the cannon of battle-shot,
With a sword or noble pen;
Nay, not with eloquent words or thought
From mouth of wonderful men!
But deep in a walled-up woman’s heart-
Of a woman that would not yield,
But bravely, silently bore her part-
Lo, there is the battlefield!
No marshaling troops, no bivouac song,
No banner to gleam and wave;
But oh! those battles, they last so long-
From babyhood to the grave.
Yet, faithful still as a bridge of stars,
She fights in her walled-up town-
Fights on and on in her endless wars,
Then silent, unseen, goes down.
Oh, ye with banners and battle-shot,
And soldiers to shout and praise!
I tell you the kingliest victories fought
Where fought in those silent ways.
O spotless woman in a world of shame,
With splendid and silent scorn,
Go back to God as white as you came-
The Kingliest warrior born!
Dear Readers & My Mom
My mother was the most
beautiful woman I ever saw.
All I am, I owe to my mother.
I attribute all my success in life
to the moral, intellectual and
physical education I received from her.
I Love you to the utmost for your love, care and courage you have given me to take the challenges of life. Sakunthala My Mom YOU ARE GREAT. YOUR LOVE CARE AND BLESSINGS SHALL NEVER DIE.
– By LATA LAKSHMINARAYANAN