
MOM
First cry of a baby, in the hands of a doctor...
Having no relation, just being like a tutor…
Falling to the ground on this cruel world…
Waiting for the one who will surely hold…
On the lap with care she keeps you…
Using gentle hands she holds you…
With care she takes care of you…
With love she would feed you…
As you grow up, her smile lightens up…
You never notice she manages to cheer up…
She eagerly waits for you at the gate…
You just pass by never asking had she ate…
Disregard her, you look after your carrier...
She still cares and struggles crossing all barrier…
You while time with all and leaving the one…
She still loves you, hating and expecting none…
At her old age she needs support and heed…
You just ignore her considering as a weed…
Till her last breath she cares and loves you…
Spend your life she really needs you….
Not speaking about your mentor,
Not speaking about your love,
She is the one created by Lord BRAHMA…
She is none other than our MOM-AMMA…