sania bashir

My Mother ≪3 - Poem by sania bashir

My day begins with a norm tic..toc..

who else it would be other than my Mom!

she rush me up and she rush me down

Wake up! right away you mischief

Mothers are precious gift INDEED!

A yawn, lull my eyes half a brevity

I'm such a stubborn for my sleep of dignity

sauces are ready, the meal has been served

Don't sit up like mourns, brush teeth before you feast

Mothers are precious gift INDEED!

The dress have been pressed, the shoes have a shine

I'ts your favourite lunch "Alu paratha" have it on time.

A teenager now, yet the feeling is so obscure

when will you be responsible for your discreet?

Mothers are precious gift INDEED!

I should dedicate and increase my inept, I know

earns lot of gold, silver, bronze, as the Olympics glow ^_^

you should restrain your joys you are constrain to!

For others my portrait is about a zeal of a growing seed..

Mothers are precious gift INDEED!

So far, ‘m growing..she is growing with me too!

I don't smell old, because ‘m still a little Kid for her she knew..

very few are lucky on earth to have their precious jem

As you can never be old, if you are around them

this is the bestowal, gifts of blessings…because

Mothers are precious gift INDEED!

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  • (3/6/2013 7:33:00 AM)

    A nice tribute to mother.Loved. (Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 1, 2013

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