A Teen Age Girl Complains Her Mom

You always run after me, In playful and angry mood; You scold loudly, Take stick in hand to bash; You play with me, As if you play with doll; Hug me hard, Soothes my heart; Take me in your lap, Embrace gently, Gives me warmth; Care my dress, Care my look, And braid my hair; Unending gossip, your chat does not end; You sing a song for me, lyrics are so sweet, My ears too rapt, Don't feel being bored; You are always after my life; Don't do this, don't do that, don't talk like this, Don't sit there, Don't go there, Don't stay late, Worry appears in your face; Wait near the window, Lips move complaining me; You feel relieved when, Watch my glimpse; 'O' Mama, my Mama, You are always after my life; © sadashivan nair?