Hello bello readers :) my today's post is again a poetry planning to post a sketch soon but as of now poetry time :
Pave the way
she is here to stay
move away she is here to slay
chop chop non stop
24*7 open shop
no one pays her
but everyone praise her
without her life is a struggle
all you will do is juggle
she is your protector
she is a survivor
"mum" you call her
"ma" I call her
Our iron lady
without her life is shady
she guides
in your problems along with you she rides
We cannot be exactly like her because her strength we do not possess
from her general capacity to judge and and her ability to easily assess
we need to step in her shoes to understand her
even if we understand we can hardly be her
my ma is like coconut
she stops me from eating doughnut
but still she cooks pasta for me
which is far far yummy
I don't know about you all
but my ma is short but in my eyes she is extremely tall
she scolds me
but when I am scared she even holds me
Mothers are the best
you may be of any age still in her arms very peacefully we rest :)
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