My Mothers Poem by Ishan Vajpeyi

They toil hard day and night,
working their hands very fast for a future extremely bright.

They don't complain, although their hands remain stained.
Their hands get cut, still they bear the pain.

They take it as a quest,
never wavering,
never asking for a few minutes rest.

They work for work's sake,
and when they finish it they say, 'It was a piece of cake.'

I am proud to have such hard working mothers by my side,
who will always remain in my heart,
always acting as my friend and guide.