Children's love with mother.

Sometimes I'm out used to come to eat 

Don't burn fingers on mother's pan,

 So in those fingers,

       was saved, 

Now she used to make roti on the pan, So without his tongs,

 fingers used to burn, 

seeing that sight,

 less rotis at home, 

and used to eat more outside, 

Every day that moment in life, 

used to moisten my eyes,

 There was a small smile on mother's face. 

And that moment used to melt my heart Sometimes someone would come home, 

So used to give money, 

I used to save them.

 Giving mother her share of happiness, tasted their own gums used to do ,

 The one who grew up with the love of mother, 

And I used to spend moments, 

Looking forward to the fair.

                               

                             

By-  Rinku Virat