Dream of Mum

When I was born Mom and dad were happy With the hope One day my son will be a man That was the wish of my Mom Gradually I am climbing on tender age To understand right or wrong In between unfortunately passed Mom From that day I found myself in the middle of scoundrel And deprived from nominal amenities Whose motive was to out me from their sight Might be my instinct was strong And my goal was to be a man Gradually on the wheel of time Days, months, years passed During those days, months, years Was very die hard time In the ocean of up and downs From my genius hard work Rewarded a perfect person Finally I became a man If my mom was alive She must be proud with her son To say my son became a man! Unfortunately she is not ……..