The holy mother of an innocent child

Cradles him in her arms 

From there, it all begins

 

The holy mother of a naughty devil

Calls for him to return

She’s afraid he’ll get lost 

Or go away with a stranger 

She teaches him

night time means danger 

 

The holy mother of a teenager 

Ponders while looking at her watch,

It’s 12 O’clock as she wonders where they are ,

Looks like her child is near but still 

so far

 

The holy mother of a grown up

Sits back on a rocking chair 

And wonders how…

That’s when her new life begins 

 

– Vaanya Agrawal, The Khaitan School, Noida 

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