By SANSKRITI DUBEY
Me and my mother,
share eternal bond together.
She is not only my mother,
She has different facets altogether.
She is ofcourse my mother,
Takes care of me ,
She brings wonders for me,
She scolds me badly on trivial matters,
But she resist and fight,
If anyone tries to make me shatter.
That is the character of a mother ,
Who always bothers.
She is my best friend.
She plays with me,
She quarrels with me,
She annoys at a moment,
And then talk me in silence.
She makes me jovial
and tries to be real.
She is my Teacher,
She get me learnt everything,
The Etiquettes, The manners,
The secrets of becoming a winner.
I study in a school,
But my mother is a school in itself.
She always forces me for disciplined life,
Although sometimes she herself,
break the barriers to enjoy and cheers.
She sometimes weeps,
I wonder what is wrong!
Then she hold me in lap,
and hug me tightly,
And says , "sorry, my dear".
Then I understand the reason,
That was her repent for slaps last night,
When I was making her puzzled,
and she slapped me in frustration.
This is the face of every mother,
They will scold, beat and slap you at a moment,
and then weep in vehement .
O my mom!
You are my world,
I know what you want,
What you heard.
But I promise you,
I will be the best daughter in this world,
Just hold my hands,
Be with me,
Life without you is absurd.