Mother's Day

By Miitesh Tanwani

She taught you how to walk,

And get up when you fall,

First love of a person,

Often forgotten by all.

Her worries are genuine,

Her concern is gold,

But you forget to appreciate,

With two hands fold.

Replica of an almighty,

Whose love is unconditional,

All she needs your time,

And nothing additional

You can never repay her favours,

And she just wants you to be fine,

But It's your duty to succeed,

And make her sit on Cloud 9.

Your buddies, your partners or

your bosses may betray you,

Heaven resides in her feet,

Who can fight with the world for you.

By Miitesh Tanwani