Mom

I was born , When her womb was torn.
Covered in her flesh , Like cover in a corn.

Everyone was happy , Chearing for my birth.
Everyone stared at me , I was in a girth.

Looking all around , I was confused.
No one cared for mother , why is she refused?

Later father asked , is she well.?
She never told him , the pain like hell.

With a smile , she ignored all the pain.
Looking at me , thought only about gain.

Later when I became a little young.
She never wanted to listen anything bad about me , from any toungue.

Whenever I felt lonely in a crowd.
She behaved as if I made her proud.

Sometimes I hurt her , even she cried.
Never showed me , infact she lied.

Just like sky , stars and light.

She loves me , her love is infinite.

Never hurt your mom , she is amazing.
She never want you down , for her keep raising. 

Just like grapes in the  wine , 

She will always be the first love of mine.

                                                      --Kishan Singh Baghel