When I Look At My Mother

By Shreelakshmi Byndoor

When I look at my mother,

I think of a soldier, a shoulder ,a future;

I think of a power, an hour of fire.

I wish she’s my daughter

I wish she was here to hear my thoughts.

She taught me the patience and love in the silence,

to be all strong ,whats right and wrong.

From cooking my favourite food to seeing only the good,

she prays for my health; O I love her to death.

I can’t stop to thank her for all she has done.

If life is a lucky game, I think I won;

To have her to care me, for understanding me.

Trust me O mother, I am your lover.

By Shreelakshmi Byndoor