Seven fake things of my mom's words <br /> <br /> <br />When I was hungry, you gave me your food <br />Telling that my ward <br />am not hungry yet, serve my food <br />for I have ate just before <br />and beliving that! <br />I feed my ward with hunger and pain <br />But one day he will feed me with his strength <br />And recollect my tears <br />Which has flow down in vain <br /> <br />When I was in need of cloths <br />You gave me a new cloths <br />Leaving thoes comment of other <br />As you were named as uniform <br />Telling me that 'my son' <br />This is a small gift from your poor mom <br />Beliving that someday <br />I'll bloom you with a golden dress <br />To cover all her torn choths <br /> <br /> <br />By Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip <br />Date of Birth 28-12-1997 <br />Address 40 V/C Vaivakawn, Zotlang, Aizawl, <br />Mozoram <br /> <br />Email ID alexhaokipkips@gmail.com <br />Website: www.potmopi.blogspot.com <br />Contavt No; +919612146556<br /><br />Nehemiah Theophylus Haokip<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/seven-fake-things-of-my-mom-s-word/
