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Friday, 13 May 2016

Mother

Babies born, babies die
Survival of the fittest
Is the truth that lie.

First wonder of world,
Mother’s happiness
Is always in her child
Be it a boy or a girl
Each is equal in mother’s eye

She nurtures, she teaches us
She plays, she studies with us
She fights, she prays for us
For no penny but love

Say it her duty,
Say it her selfishness,
She tries to keep us with her

She nurses with all her warmth
Holding tight in her arms
Not for any returns but love

She cooks world’s marvelous dishes
Just to please us and fill our tummy

Love is blind, Oh! It’s true
Mother starts loving her child
The day she feels it in her womb

Feel her pain, feel her sorrow
Before leaving her all alone
For her, the days become the darkest
When we get apart and go

Love her, praise her
Thank her, help her
Because she is the one
Who deserves these all.

                                                         — Kritika


2 comments:

  1. wwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwoooooooooooooowwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwwww

    such a lovely poem u hv written
    oh mom ilu....


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    1. Thank you girl.. luv u too.. Thank you for your lovely response swthrt.

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