My Mother
My mother
A lady who cooks for me
No expectation in place of thee
She expect only one
Get fame and name her son
Sometime she rags and beat
it is only for a good lesson to teach
She strive for me whole day
Keeping sorrowin her at bay
May god shower all blessings
Giving her golden pretty working wings
It is not my wife or sister rather
She is God in the disguise of my mother
Copyright © Kamal Jaiswal | Year Posted 2017
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