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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