Mother

by Sahaj Sabharwal aged 16

You are my pain curing,
You are my thoughts hearing,
You are my progress rising,
That’s why this soul of mine is good.

I am trying to be good,
Don’t worry I am like developing wood,
Your eye is only on me stood,
That’s why this soul of mine is good.

Whenever I am being scolded,
You are advising me to keep hold,
And not to lose hope on being scolded,
That’s why this soul of mine is good.

I am trying to do the best I could,
But you are behind me & walks to extent you should,
Without your help I am misunderstood,
That’s why this soul of mine is good.

You are that person who blessed me like a tactor,
You are my benefactor,
And don’t let me lose hope,
That’s why this soul of mine is good.

To score the highest marks,
And to get good remarks
You always advised me to do my best,
And after that take some time to rest,
That’s why this soul of mine is good.

 

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