The Worst Day

I love my mother so much as she understands my emotions

Just feed me pouring all her meticulous care and mammoth affection

I never miss a chance to feel the comfort of her lap and hands

She satiates my hunger with my ordered items and never allows my tears to roll down my face

She prepares fish, mutton, chicken, biryani and rice

And addresses me as honey and loves to enjoy my face embellished with rejoice

But one day she becomes very strict and never hesitates to hold a stick

She never cares about my tears, requests and prevention of falling sick

This is the day on Monday when I don't get fish

Bitter gourd is prepared as a special dish

To kill the worms which are grown for ice cream and chocolate 

I can't understand how a mother can be so rude and extremely inconsiderate.