MY MOTHER
NIDHI NAVADGI
She used to pack my bag
And hang on my back,
She used to look bright,
But she never use to fight
She used to pack my bag
And hang on my back,
We used to walk very long,
While singing the song
When you are sad
Then I will be mad
She was the best
She never used to take rest
She used to see my face on my race
I don’t want to miss you
Because I trust you
When I was free
She used to take me under the tree
She used to say me don’t cry but try
When I was blank
She used to bring me on track
You are like gold
So I will be always bold
She used to say me be cool in school
When I ate bakery’s cake
I got stomachache
She said it is of fake
Then she gave me home made cake
Every time she makes me spark
She left her own remark.
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