Priya Tomar

Guest on mother\'s chest

We all are guest

On the mother\'s chest

Why  poison you spread

All\' ve right to bread

 

Autumn turns into  spring

Dark night into golden ring

Why you fear storm and showers

Cherish bloom and forget faded flowers

 

Time is not in our hand

We \'re albhabets written on sand

We all are guest 

On the mother\'s chest