Sunday 10 April 2011

MOTHER


She taught me the ways of life,
How to keep away from the outsiders’ knife,
When to laugh and when to cry,
Doing so I grew, by and by.

She was gentle and kind,
Her name was the first on my little tongue,
She taught me to remain in  my  right  state  of  mind
She   was always  there for me  and  will  be  yet, for very long.

I have inherited her crazy laugh as well as her hot temper,
But one thing I’ve not got from her is,
The strength she needs to be my mother…
                                2011’

1 comment:

  1. Akanksha ! I love your poems....Looking forward to read many more....All the best...God Bless you :)
    Shirupa

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