Working Self-Centered Mom

I Planted A Gentle Kiss 

On Her Pink Cotton Cheek.

 Day Ahead Seems So Bleak.

From Within, Felt I was so Weak.

I Yearned To Cuddle Her Tight.

Emotions were having a tough Fight

To Break Her Sound Sleep Was No Way Right.

Everyone is ready to Judge 

Unaware of the Grudge 

I Hold Against Myself.

A Working Mother, A Self-centered Mother

Is My Identity 

They Say I Just Need Liberty

Only I Know The Ache of Reality.

With A Huge Burden Over My Heart,

I bid goodbye to my little beat

And Step Out To Face The Heat

With Sole Aim To Ensure Her Future Is Comfortable And Sweet.