The fragrance of my childhood,
Hides in the folds of your embrace,
Mom gives rites like furniture from wood,
The secret of success is mother's grace,
I remember being angry at your discipline,
I also remember where I stumbled,your longing,
If a child felt in any crisis mom gave a guideline,
The mother and the child have the same soup because they have a wonderful bonding......❤️👱❤️
- Tushar Nerurkar