My dear mother

Jan 18, 2019-


It is her, because of whom,

I am always able to, blossom and bloom

She is the only reason,

I explore and see so many beautiful seasons

She pushed me to go to school, so that I don’t become a fool,

That I learn to be happy—not sad,

That I become good—not bad

She stopped chasing her dreams,

So that she could help me start chasing mine,

And she could see how brightly I shine

She gave me lots of love, she gave me hope

But in return, what did I give her?

Only worries and trouble

She was always there, when we needed her,

And now when it’s our turn, how can we ignore her?

People say, when we will grow older, we will forget her,

But, I say how can I forget, my dear mother?

- Anmol Gautam

Grade 8

Modern Indian School


Published: 18-01-2019 08:40

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