Mother
When I was a crying infant,
wanted to be in someone's hand,
the sudden relaxation was bright,
when you came in front of my eyes.
A similar situation had happened,
when you in the crowd wanted my hand,
the sudden relaxation was bright,
when I came in front of your eyes.
When my legs were not so strong,
and I needed a support,
your fingers made me balanced,
and I walked ahead on road.
A similar situation will arrive,
and I promise in advance,
of using stick instead of me ,
you will never get a chance.
You are my strength,weakness and inspiration,
and I will always keep you high,
I will touch the sky with glory,
for one smile with sense of pride.
Copyright © Simran Aggarwal | Year Posted 2013
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