Real Mom Poem by Mehta Hasmukh Amathaal

Real mom

Dear mom
I soon heed home
You were busy
Keeping room ready

It was always fun
When I used to run
Behind you to catch
But you did not allow me to reach

You fed me with spoon
In each noon
But today I take with my own hands
Miss all sweet ends

I cut joke always
And face your quotes
'Do not forget I taught you how to walk'
No more rubbish talk

Mama it is computer
Makes us to burst into laughter
You are getting annoyed
I just conveyed

I can't keep quiet
So would state
Mom your days were outdated
'More you talk' and stand blasted

She will speak ragingly
I shall accept smilingly
There is lot more to reveal
Bit what I said is real