Nine long months she bears the child,
In her womb through all the pain she smiled.

Finally out came the baby that she looked after,
Concealing the pain masking it with laughter.

The sapling, though small and meek,
She didn't allow it to turn weak.

The toddler phase, though a tedious one,
She went through it but her job wasn't done.

Next step: A curious teen, adamant and trying to fit in,
So patient, hardworking she cleared it, barely filling the bin.

Up grew the shoot to a young adult mature, but adamant,
It tested her patience to the limit, but she refused to become dormant.

As it grew, the adult shot her words down, calling it a bother,
She was torn to see her little one had no care for its mother.

When the sapling fully grew into a tree, it realised,
As reality crashed, that it's old mother had demised.

She is our hardworking, loving mother,
Classify her not as a bother.

Before we reach the situation of the sapling, oblivious to its mother's hardships, let us come into the light and realise her hardships and appreciate her.

-Chinmayi Hegde

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