MOTHERA Poem by Prateeksha Khota poem dedicated to all the mothers in the worldShe wakes up early in the morning, before the crack of dawn; She goes to work in the kitchen and gets busy with the chores of the day. She cooks, she sweeps, She washes,she dusts, without a complaining voice for the ones she loves. She stays at home for the kids, while the kids go away. Her life revolves around them, although they never seem to notice. She herself starves, not keeping her children hungry, she gives
up all comforts for those of her kids. Thanklessness? Neglect? Angry words? Laments? their love,their care; She wishes that they talk to her, share her joys, share her sorrows. But they-the children: too busy in their work; can't spare some time; ask her how she is? no;
Forever - a star in the sky. And then they realize their loss, Wish to rewind the time, Wish to thank her and love her, Wish to spend time with her, Wish to hug her and kiss her. But
then....it is too late....... © 2010 Prateeksha KhotAuthor's Note
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StatsAuthorPrateeksha KhotMumbai, Maharashtra, IndiaAboutA happy-go-lucky rebel, i like doing things my way : that is the different way. I am creative and like trying out new stuff : There's hardly anything in which I am not interested. Plus point ? : I HAV.. more..Writing
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