My day begins with a norm tic..toc..
who else it would be other than my Mom!
she rush me up and she rush me down
Wake up! right away you mischief
Mothers are precious gift INDEED!
A yawn,lull my eyes half a brevity
I’m such a stubborn for my sleep of dignity
sauces are ready, the meal has been served
Don’t sit up like mourns, brush teeth before you feast
Mothers are precious gift INDEED!
The dress have been pressed,the shoes have a shine
I’ts your favourite lunch “Alu paratha” have it on time.
A teenager now ,yet the feeling is so obscure
when will you be responsible for your discreet?
Mothers are precious gift INDEED!
I should dedicate and increase my inept, I know
earns lot of gold,silver,bronze,as the Olympics glow ^_^
you should restrain your joys you are constrain to!
For others my portrait is about a zeal of a growing seed..
Mothers are precious gift INDEED!
So far, ‘m growing..she is growing with me too!
I don’t smell old,because ‘m still a little Kid for her she knew..
very few are lucky on earth to have their precious jem
As you can never be old,if you are around them
this is the bestowal, gifts of blessings…because
Mothers are precious gift INDEED!
Fireflies 
Thomas
January 1, 2013 at 9:41 pm
“My day begins with a norm tic..toc..
who else it would be other than my Mom!”
I would of thought it was an alarm clock, my mom doesnt sound like that
sania bashir
January 11, 2013 at 3:25 pm
Yeah Thomas…but my mum wakes me up just like the alarm clock do to u n every people on this planet…:D
hmm…don’t sounds like clock tic toc lol!! bt yeah i wake up every morning from her call ;)))
mohsin
February 3, 2013 at 9:03 am
Sweet poem. Indeed Mothers are an invaluable source of love and care
sania bashir
April 5, 2013 at 4:52 pm
thn’q mohsin…. fr th appreciation 🙂
Dilip
March 30, 2013 at 3:23 am
Interesting blog. Yes it is true “Mothers are precious gift INDEED!” Liked the poem.
sania bashir
April 5, 2013 at 4:53 pm
oh thn’Q so much….for appreciating and liking 🙂