However forever she has to manage,
Her endless chores without a challenge.
At the break of dawn her day does start,
Only to end when her limbs tend to fall apart.
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A Mother's Plight
However forever she has to manage,
Her endless chores without a challenge.
At the break of dawn her day does start,
Only to end when her limbs tend to fall apart.
Without a complaint she rushes about,
And we wonder whats wrong the few times she does shout.
Isn't she human like us all,
Sadly we realize when she is ready to fall.
Why is it so for all who don't utter,
That we do not understand them till they muster.
Muster the courage when she does,
Nobody believes her and she is back abuzz.
Down on her knees scrubbing away,
She carries on endlessly keeping her happiness at bay.
Breakfast, lunch and then dinner awaits,
Homework and much more she sadly narrates.
Is there no one who can hear her heart say,
And help her just a little to find her way.
By the time she finds her foot on the path,
She is sadly too old to know where to start.
A wise man once said to voice your opinion,
And not waste one's life in the oblivion.
Awareness, is certainly the key,
To bring a change to one's destiny.
Now she decides to happily manage,
Only what her heart desires, causing no damage.
At the break of dawn her day does start,
Only to end with a smile in her heart.