On a usual Monday morning a child took birth...
But for someone it was the most important day on Earth.
When the new born opened her eyes,
There was only one thing that she could recognize,
And that was the warmth of her mother's embrace.
As a child we are carefree and we don't really bother,
To acknowledge the efforts our mothers make to maintain our life in order.
But soon like everyone the child became mature,
Curtains of oblivion had blown away for sure...
Her mother was not a simple woman but the jack of all trades.
She woke up before dawn and worked even after the moon fades.
Her job is unique because she was never paid.
The girl was in awe of the dedication that her mother displayed.
The beauty of her heart can't be explained in just one poem,
She was the one who had turned the little girl's house into home.
Purity of a mother's love is even quoted in Bible,
And the little girl's mother is her one true idol...
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Verses from my Heart
PoetryThis is a poetry collection As a girl in the Age of Social Media, definitions of growing up and adulting develop a whole new meaning. These poems our straight from my heart. A few of them reflect the conflict of the heart whereas the others illustra...