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everyday
i see her waking before the dawn
walk to the kitchen & switchs the lights on
prepare tiffin for kids for her a cup of tea
with a pang in her heart that she is missing me
then she wakes up sleeping children
gets them ready for the day
& i know she has forgotten
the tea anyway
changing for her school she drinks it cold
walks out to the car with everything that she can hold
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she drives a cute little yellow car
droping children at their place
she reaches school in time
and looks at her face
all along the day that follows
she faces kinder tide
and i know its rough, uneven
now matter how u ride
she stands surges & swon
right upto the noon
be freezing December
or boiling June
then on her way back home
she picks up children in time
and when i ask her how day was
she always says it has been fine
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back from school at noon
into next battle soon
make children have their food
no matter what there mood
then getting the dishes done
i know can not be fun
she does it everyday
yet has nothing to say !
after the meals is homework time
which children do as act of mime
from algebra to nursery rhyme
Jupiter Saturn basil thyme
she answer queries & clears their doubt
is this mothering is all abou 4
a nap as evening fades
if she finds some time
when wonder is through history
& magic has learned the rhyme
then there are phone calls
& errends for the day
groceries tailors stationary
to keep her at bay
as the dusk approaches
she makes a cup of tea
& she sips it slowly
just thinking of me
she juggles all these challanges
with skills that are devine
& when i call her
she says the day has been fine
5
as night kocks the door
work is much more
dinner to be cooked
school dresses to be looked
iron creases, buttons mend
she is the one to fend
assignments form work
that she cannot shirk
suddenly some errend shows
off to market she goes
when she is back its late
she goe & picks her plate
then rallies around children to sleep
her day has been straight and steep
it has been tiring & has been long
she has been living it like a song
everyday
i see her waking before the dawn
walk to the kitchen & switchs the lights on
prepare tiffin for kids for her a cup of tea
with a pang in her heart that she is missing me
then she wakes up sleeping children
gets them ready for the day
& i know she has forgotten
the tea anyway
changing for her school she drinks it cold
walks out to the car with everything that she can hold
2
she drives a cute little yellow car
droping children at their place
she reaches school in time
and looks at her face
all along the day that follows
she faces kinder tide
and i know its rough, uneven
now matter how u ride
she stands surges & swon
right upto the noon
be freezing December
or boiling June
then on her way back home
she picks up children in time
and when i ask her how day was
she always says it has been fine
3
back from school at noon
into next battle soon
make children have their food
no matter what there mood
then getting the dishes done
i know can not be fun
she does it everyday
yet has nothing to say !
after the meals is homework time
which children do as act of mime
from algebra to nursery rhyme
Jupiter Saturn basil thyme
she answer queries & clears their doubt
is this mothering is all abou 4
a nap as evening fades
if she finds some time
when wonder is through history
& magic has learned the rhyme
then there are phone calls
& errends for the day
groceries tailors stationary
to keep her at bay
as the dusk approaches
she makes a cup of tea
& she sips it slowly
just thinking of me
she juggles all these challanges
with skills that are devine
& when i call her
she says the day has been fine
5
as night kocks the door
work is much more
dinner to be cooked
school dresses to be looked
iron creases, buttons mend
she is the one to fend
assignments form work
that she cannot shirk
suddenly some errend shows
off to market she goes
when she is back its late
she goe & picks her plate
then rallies around children to sleep
her day has been straight and steep
it has been tiring & has been long
she has been living it like a song
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