I wish mothers’ day to all the mothers Who are fathers’ to children whose - Fathers are farther ; Who’s always ready to work as a street cobbler or a barber
Doing her work harder - She’ll not eat bread but provide you cake Ate all thing today tomorrow what to bake?
But, Again she’ll manage it anyhow She’ll feed her son daughter - Keeping empty bowl for her
Starving in hunger from inside Hands still shivering due to ice - The work she did yesterday in snow filled roadside
No fix work for tomorrow Prays to god for the snow If not what to do ? Childrens are suffering from flu
So she did the work and got some wages, And ; Her children filled their stomaches So she forget all hunger and aches of her And we call her ANGEL MOTHER :-)(-:
This poem is dedicated to those mothers who are in below poverty line !
PS : Cobbler and Barber mentioned above doesn’t show their inferiority( so called ) ! No works are superior and inferior but equally important!