MY MOTHER

Poem


My mother
Sports dices of pain
Carrying a thousand dreams
To live an epoch

They may fulfill or not
Carrying wishes
With the Cockle-do-do-do of a cock
Or with the dawn
She hands over herself
For the future’s sake

Sometimes enthralling with the rhymes
Sometimes groaning of the pathos
Sharing the moments of happiness
For the family
She strives forever

You should not discourage
Nor should you remains aloof
Or shut up your mouth
Even at the moments of failures
With staunch, rigid strength
Struggling
Till we lives in the world
Live delightfully
Live an ideal life
She suggests-
Time and again- my mother.



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