Mother's Nature

Few make my baby cry

When they test her possessiveness

Then I pray for her matured ness.

Few make my baby cry

When they test if she is missing them

Then I sob inwardly, as a caring mum.

Few make me feel

When they compare my baby’s physic

Then I used to think they are out of psyche.

Few make me proud

When they talk about her brains

Even then I am scared coz of envy eyes.  

Motherhood

I was ‘me’ from my childhood.

When I got married,

Portion of me vanished.

When I became mother,

I reassigned as a care taker.

When my hairs started to turn gray,

(to discover me) I found myself pray.

Still I am not able to locate, 

Help me if you can accommodate.