Cried the teenager in sorrow When mom strictly told us we will go out tomorrow Loud was the mother’s voice Simple was the line
The frustrated girl banged the door The words really hurt her inside the core Workaholic mom understood and went inside She really didn’t care about the time and tide. She went inside and pacified her Couple of minutes She sacrificed for her.
It is not in what you speak But in the way you speak It doesn’t depend on the mood of yours It really depends on how rude you are If the words come in the absence of heart Then it would be pointed like a dart!
If the words come only from the mind It won’t be like you are kind Mom’s message was clearly understood by her So you are reading the poem which is written by her!
