Mohit Misra - Mom

MOM

With patience she has brought me up,
So much love it keeps overflowing the cup.

She comforts me when i am in pain,
Or else a long time ago i would have gone insane.

She scolds me when she is right,
So rarely has she abused her might,

I love you mom beyond compare,
If ever you need me i will be there,

God is here in a disguise for me,
The faster i realise the better things shall be.

Mohit Misra

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