Mother Poem by Mayank Mehta
Mother
Mother you thought me to care,
From you I learned to share.
Scold me whenever I am wrong,
But don’t remain angry for long.
Support me in my every difficulty,
And guide me as a faculty.
What is wrong and what is right,
Teach me how to overcome fright.
Mother you are as pure as gold,
The only thing is that you are growing old.
Mother, you are my first teacher,
Kindness is one of your feature.
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