MY MOTHER by Namrota Ghosh chowdhury

 MY MOTHER

She works 24*7

In the confined walls with oven

She calls it her office with no helpers

   And no slippers

Get no Wages

But she works here since ages

She has to be there on time

Fulfilling everyone’s demand with her service in time

She looks after this entire office

That is usually suffice

Never demands of promotion

But she stays in commotion

Praises are token to her

From her children and lover

Her existence stays in hover

Because ‘She’ is a Mother.

About The Author

Namrota Ghosh chowdhury is an M. A in English literature, she is a blogger, writer and an artist. She resides in a small town Midnapore of West Bengal, India. She is a keen writer and wishes to fill the empty canvas with her colourful and monochrome thoughts. She is pursuing her B. Ed degree . Her poetries are published in "Insulatus" and she is a regular writer of Lipi Magazine