Late Night Under the Arms of Mom
when i was at my range to be a baby .
i was under in every one's arm .
but , first i was in my mom's hand .
late night i think . how much pain she had to take to keep me calm when i was a baby .
how much love she use to give me when i was a baby .
and not also when i am at my age now she give me a lot of love
when my growth changed .
she settled me in everyone's heart .
she started to teach me what i didn't know .
the proper way to behave with an elder and a younger too.
her life was nothing besides me .
her work was to be with her tears for me .
she had a daily routine to cook to wash to teach me to behave good
she says that , my child is only my life . nothing else .
but , she had to bear all the problems though even she had her mother .
spending her all time on us .
spending her goods on us.
exactly she says , i am illiterate . but you do out what i haven't done in my life ,
you shine the world ,
what i have not
you go ahead and be your good life .
these of her words touch us ..
and late night i thought , i was the lovingly daughter and will be ahead .
when my life is still there or nothing ..
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