Kavyanjali

 

The one who bore me; Willingly bearing with me; My teacher: the first and the best Who toughened me up to face the worst When I ran upto her with brimming eyes; complaining of how the world wasn't nice, She chose to be an honest guide  Rather than holding her arms out wide. From her womb to this world  I have lived, loved and learned  I owe her for all that I am today forever as hers will I ever stay