Great Talent

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“Come in time and reach home early' I shall be scolded by your daddy Mother always reminded me about her saying I was getting annoyed and was almost crying She was dominant in home Everybody used to feel about her devotion and welcomed She will also listen to with care But we never opposed her I thought “why she should run after”? Show rigid but kind attitude towards family members We were ashamed of having indifferent thinking But she was in form and always asking That scene moves with past effect I now realize the fact Mother was right in her stand “Why was she adamant now” I fully understand “Mm I shall be late” the daughter casually informs I feel hurt and feel no warmer! I bow to the great talent of mother As she was mine and no other

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