Mother of Mine

Mother of Mine

She cradled me in her sweet affection
She nursed me in her warm cuddle
She nurtured me in her vigilant protection
I bloomed and stayed away from muddle.

Joyfully she splashed in the rain puddle
As she covered my head with her saree
A blue umbrella hangs in the middle
Happiness prevails and agonies flee.

As her portrait on the wall, I see
With memories and emotions, I struggle
Is my kindness and affection buried in bourgeoisie?
Mother help me out of the juggle.

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