My Mother: A Strong Bond.. Poem by Richa Dhodi

Life show me wonder of hues,
As it acquaintance with different conduct,
There is a mixture of fun and sorrow which hang around,
And all side I move but I don’t find a true bond.

But, I know one person do exist,
Whose love I get with every call,
She is my sweet mother,
She’s been supportive all life,
She is my best friend and healer,
I m rewarded with her presence,
Who never enable me to think, I m unaided.

In my tender age, I did fight with her for things,
And now that same fight has surfaced a strong bond,
So I still hold that belief that she pours her love always on me,
And she stands by, to carve perfection on me,
And instruct to lead a correct life.

Still, I m a tender girl in her eyes,
And I m always blessed with a nice yell,
But that yelling is soothing to me,
As there is an adjoining feel,
That she always string tight on all my loose ends.