I rue for my actions
After giving a huge trouble to my mom
I came to this world with a loud cry filling the room
My little whimper and sob troubled her,
Still she fed me without any burden.
My loud voice startled the neighbors,
Still she cared for me with a smile;
Scars and dusky skin made me ugly
Still she took me in her hands as I am her crown...
I fought for every little thing
Still she managed to console me;
I troubled her for the cozy things
Still she managed to buy it with her hard earned penny.
I wished for the branded things,
She tried buying whatever I wished;
She gave me a cozy life with a pretty smile,
Which hid our life of penury.
I wish to help my mom with my useful hands,
But I am a young girl still depends on her,
Her rugged looks are the result of her love
I rue for my actions but I am still her useless daughter.
Copyright © S S Beulin | Year Posted 2020
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