My Mother I Poem By Aganya, 11, Silvassa

Title: My mother

There is no other,

Like my mother.

She cares for me,

Even when she isn’t free.

She thinks about me,

And can cross all seas.

To get things for me.

Me!

Whenever i am in pain,

She becomes strained.

All the household,

Plus my chain of pain.

A mother is an author

All the fantasies our mind can hold,

She can unfold.

Unfold!

There is no other like a mother.

There is no one fit to be,

My mother! 

No other!

–  Aganya Kashyap

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