MOTHER...

Lamenting his woes the mountain says to the clouds....

You brush and dash on me to give me pain,
Seeing me weathering out what happiness u gain.

Pretending like a canopy i know u r a liar,
Preventing me to see the sky higher.

Let go of me u r not my Mother,
For u i turn into pieces which even u don't bother.

I embrace u protecting from wind that beats
The storm and the scorching heat.

The pride u have to reach the sky,
I cut down your wings from a high fly.

I brush against u to lend downpours,
As an obligation to the thirsty earth for the weight it bears....

Shuts down our ego n protects us from external harms,
A Mother even teaches us to be thankful to every lender arms.