Mother’s Love - Poem by Pushkar Bisht
My mom is a very good.
She never does any harm to anybody.
She never taught me to fight with anybody.
Now, she is running thirty-eight.
She remains very quiet and sad,
Because her brother is no more.
She would love her brother more than herself.
She is down with her problem of headache.
She has not lost heart even now,
In this hour of critical situation,
She remains as firm as rock.
Her face speaks as if she is lost in herself.
She stops visiting her friends’ place.
She is no more interested in serials.
I pray to God to bring her a happy life again.
I can’t see her being upset.
How would I forget those days?
When she would make me feel happy,
When I would be disappointed and fearful.
She would be by me to brace me.
She is going through a tough time.
She needs my help and sympathy.
Now the love of my mom keeps me with her.
I don’t want to leave her in this tough time.
She alone is not able to do her all work.
I help my mom in her work.
I feel very happy,
Because I respect my mom’s feelings.
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