Mom came with a pile of books <br />Kept on the table and removed her shoes. <br />And said; ' Hello! Sonny still time to learn, <br />Jump into an University dear.' <br />'Mom! I am not a boy and already fifty eight. <br />How do they enroll me when the graveyard too refuses? <br />Also they have locked the gate for holidays.' I said angrily. <br />' I have the Master key if you get ready at anytime.' She said smilingly. <br />It's a dream I know but my poor Mom still holds that innocent hope <br />And I felt very sorry for her when I see other Moms on my way to work.<br /><br />nimal dunuhinga<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/poor-mom-s-prolific-university/
