Mother : A poem by Sayantani Mukherjee

Amidst the hustle and bustle of the busy world,

Grew up in the nest a tiny, little bird.

Taking it up her stride, the mother

Ensured that nothing caused her child to bother.

She foraged for food the entire day

To keep her baby smiling and gay,

Fought against the world with all her mind

Made sure to give her everything that’s right.

The small bird slowly learnt to fly -

Took to exploring the world and the sky.

Yet she loves to return to the warm, cozy nest

‘coz in all the world it is the mother’s love which is the best!

Name: Sayantani Mukherjee

Profession: Teacher

Studying Literature has always been my passion since childhood. Hence, it was no wonder that I took up English as my subject in Graduation and Post-Graduation. During my days as a student, I tried my hand at journalism and was associated with various organizations. My mother, who is also a teacher, inspired me heavily and I decided to follow her footsteps. Currently I work for Billabong High International School where I teach English to students of Grades VIII-X.

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