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Gautam Kumar Poem
MOTHER A WARRIOR
It was a small matter, but would can explain to the wind,
My mother used to make mascara for me from the lamp!
She made cow dung cakes, it must be compulsion
Perhaps these would be necessary to run the family!
She cooked food with wood fire,
What should I tell you, brothers, how much the smoke from the stove made her cry!
She used to dry the grains on the terrace of neighbours,
Her children should become successful, this was the worry that used to bother her.
The taunts of servants and relatives had troubled her a lot.
That's why she had gained only 40 kg weight!
In the hot afternoon, she used to pluck the cereals from the field and bring it, it would be a question of the sinful stomach,
Didn't wear slippers, maybe there will be a bark on the feet!
She has fed flowers by fighting poverty,
She has finally made his children self-sufficient.
Copyright © Gautam Kumar | Year Posted 2023
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