With Love Poem by Bhupesh Balakrishnan

She juggles at home,
manage the kids,
clicks, and clap,
cook and pray,
for all her family-say,
at times, her own smiles
go miles apart;
where are her dreams?
where are her words?
where is her life?
no one to ask,
no one to dream for her!
But, without her,
the World will not be,
what it is,
for her family;
Generation changes,
but still, she remains
the same-She whom I
affectionately call, the Mother!