she wandered door to door,
to borrow some money,
to pay her kids school fee.
to make them reads the words
poor are words
to pay her gratitude.
she borrowed woolen sweater
shivering herself in winter,
to keep warm school going children.
to make able her kid
was only her attitude.
how can be returned her gratitude?
to make her child literate
she borrowed oxen
from neighbor
she made barren
land fertile,
to buy the books for her kids
she lost herself for
making her child read words
words
how can show gratitude,
where life paid.
how can pay for gratitude
for the deeds
of mother ?
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Author:
Devender Kumar (
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Comments3
It is the feeling in this work that gets the fave beyond the words that are so small in comparison with the love a mother has. Lovely write
Good write D.
Such a wonderful tribute- one can never repay a mother’s sacrifices that she makes Dow her kids
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