My Mother

When I was a child

Mother, father, brothers, sisters, we all

Lived in a small house

Of two rooms, so small.

Mother used to wake up early

To make us ready for school

Made tiffins for us all

She was always very cool.

In the evening she took tuitions

Her schedule was so tight

She was busy all day

Just to make our future bright.

On my birthdays she read Ramayan

For full one day

And prayed to god

To keep me happy all the way.

When I went out for studies

She was very upset

She used to hug me and cry

After months when we met.

After my marriage with my son

She used to play and take care

Whenever he cried

She was always there.

Now I am fifty

And she is seventy nine

She daily prays to god

To keep me healthy and fine.

Time spent with my mom

I remember all the days

She is so very special

In so many ways.

My mother, your mother

All the mothers in the world

They are all so unique

That's what I have heard.

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