My Mom..... - Poem by Baidurya Mukherjee
After spending years in the city,
I was returning to my village humming a ditty....
It was really good to think of my mom,
Who would be wating at the doorstep of our home....
I was really feeling good,
To Think of tasting my mom's delicious food....
After a journey of 12 hours,
I saw our house surrounded by a layer of Flowers...
There at the doorstep I could make out,
A woman standing plump and stout....
I went near and saw that it was my mom,
On her hand was our dear cat Tom.....
I ran to her and hugged her with my might,
And she also hugged me really Tight!
Tears of joy flowed down her eyes,
And after that she stuffed me with pies....
I then realised an important thing,
A mother's love is more important than the treasures of Kings!
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