The truest love thou art bestowed upon,
Try to be beholden for her affection
Never try to snatch more than what she can afford.
Thou art taking in egotistically more
Than what she can afford.
So sad, so frustrating, too!
When thou art on an empty stomach
She caters thou come what may;
When thee waste around
She tries to edulcorate and imbibe in
Giving thee the congenial ambiance
By undergoing herself a dreadful pang.
Just for thy egomaniacal mistake
Never put thy mother at a stake.
~Never Make Her Cry!
©sham_kumar
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