THIS ONE OF MY MOST BELOVED CREATION. A POEM WHICH I WROTE JUST A DAY BEFORE HER BIRTHDAY. THIS IS AN OUTCOME OF MY LOVE, AFFECTION, AND HER SELFLESSNESS FOR US. IF YOU ASK ME DO GODS EXIST, HAVE YOU SEEN THEM?
I WOULD EASILY SAY- "SEE? I AM HER SON."
Mom today you were born,
It is such a holy day.
Together we all say,
Happy birthday.
This is our only way,
To show our gratitude.
Because at other times,
I often become rude.
I am sorry for that,
And all for I am due.
Sorry once again,
The world to me is new.
I will study hard,
And make you very proud.
For once when I do it,
I'll shout out loud.
Hey mom! Don't you worry,
You aren't getting old.
To me you are young,
You are very bold.
When you work nonstop,
To make us feel comfy.
I often regard you,
As the bestest ever mummy.
At times you don't feel well,
You never let us know.
Why mummy why?
Why is it so?
Mom when you get angry,
It is a Herculean task.
To make you cool down,
And do it very fast.
At night when I am scared,
You make me sleep with you.
Oh wow! You are so strong,
You can fight the evil spirits too.
Hey mom! Become cheerful,
You aren't getting old.
For me you are young.
You are beautiful.
Mom when I grow up,
I will tell the world around.
My mum is a popstars,
She dances with the sound.
She even writes poems,
Which she keeps to her heart.
Lovely moments of life.
Rolling down the cart.
Hey mom! You are the one,
Who brought me in this world.
Without your guidance,
I am indeed a nerd.
So today on your birthday,
Thank you for all you did.
You made me breakfast, you made be lunch,
So that I can dream big.
Hey, wait for a second are you worrying again.
So what if it's your birthday.
You aren't old,
You are the same.
Oh yeah! I know, I know,
Today is your birthday.
We'll go out for lunch,
Till evening will we play.
Oh! You don't want that,
You want me to study.
Even on your b' day, you'll stay at home,
To make our lives more sturdy.
Oh, mother! You are an angel,
Who has come down on earth,
To spread in our world,
Happiness and mirth.
Mom on your b' day,
I regret I can't buy you any gift.
Cause I don't earn any money,
Neither work any shifts.
But anyhow, I assure you,
I'll get good grades.
Hey....mom...., you aren't old,
Your skin is still in light shades.
Mom you lobe us all,
We all love you too.
As roses are red,
And violets are blue,
Dear mom, I LOVE YOU
- SUKHAD SHARMA (Mykey)
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