I Am Just Trying To Be A Mother Poem by Aftab Alam

Out of bed, before down,
Thinks about the universe,
Recites the holy verse,
Praise of Almighty,
For the new life,
New sun yet to come,
Sky, eastward, crimson red,
A new challenge,
A miracle, a joy,
And un-knocked unseen,
Troubles to face.

Takes tea silently
Stirs mind with tea, brilliantly
Rush towards kitchen
For break fast
And then at last
"Aghaz, please get up,
Be fresh, take bath,
Dress up, get ready for school"

"Here is breakfast, have it,
Lunch, for lunch time,
Packed and put in your school bag,
Water bottle is also put in,
Come, I'll comb your hair,
My little, lovely dear"

At nine o'clock, I lock the door,
Finally, I'm at my working place,
Come at noon, greet Aghaz,
Together, we take lunch,
Again towards the office..

Evening, Home work,
Dinner Preparation,
Filling the grain silos,
Watching TV,
Playing game in computer
Composing poems,

I am just trying to be a MOTHER
Seems to be, bit difficult, for a Father