My first poem

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Hey guys! Welcome to Vatsala Shukla's blogs. Sorry for being a bit late today.
So, I am back again with a new blog. I am going to post my first poem in this blog which is based on my mother. I created this poem when I was too young for mother's day celebration card. I wanted to write a poem in that card by creating it on my own. This is how my passion for poetry and authory began. 
So here is my first self composed poem.

Lovely mother! Lovely mother!
Please hear me.
I am calling you
You are calling me.

You are my teacher
I am your student.
You will never stop teaching
I will never stop learning.

I study with fun
You teach with joy.
That is why I know
How to enjoy.


So that was all about my first poem.
Hope you all liked it. Please tell me in the comment section about your feelings for you mother.

Bye!!๐Ÿ‘‹๐Ÿ‘‹

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