REAL HEROES

The real unsung heroes

Are never identified. 

They are the ones who start

Even Before the day begins, 

And ends after it gets too dark. 

She is one of that, 

Who takes over all the chores. 

She is the one, 

Who bath and pray and sing. 

And cook and play with everything. 

She is the one who works very hard, 

But never gets tired when the day comes to last. 

To see her children in front of her, 

She sees them smile and embracing her, 

She bathes and cooks and sings to them, 

And sit with them as she is a gem. 

Evening full of lovely sites, 

When he comes home and they go for rides. 

They adore the day

And have their meal, 

They sit Together with a zest and zeal. 

All get tired for a good good night, 

But she never does

As she needs to prepare for the next plight. 

She is the one who listen to all taunts, 

But still remains silent 

Even when they haunt, 

'Coz she knows that if she will speak out, 

The situation will get worse and daunt. 

Yes, she is one of those real heroes, 

Who is never sung but is only in zeroes.