Mom’s Kid


This poem is the lyrical expression of how my mother felt and still feels for me and my wife about our son. I have tried my best to put them down. This is a dedication to the mom’s on the occasion of Mother’s day.

The tiny little hands
When hold mine,
All of my worries,
Just go fine.

His blabbering words,
To call me maa,
Brings down the heaven,
I dance with bliss.

When I see my kid,
I become one,
No matter age,
Still the little one.

His actions bring smile,
His smiles bring more,
The more is always less,
And it is never enough.

The kid is the inspiration,
Kid is the dream,
He keeps my hope going,
Like to the infinity.

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