By : HAARIS MANZOOR
Walking from my parents home to agriculture field.
Last friday morning , I saw my mother, beside me.
She was smiling but her wrinkled face realized me with pain, that she is noy capable for agriculture works.
Put that thought away,
And then silently she starts working,
And I looked at her innocent face.
As a late winters moon and felt that old familiar ache, my childhood fear,
But all i said was, love u “Mamma” so much.
All I did was smile and smile and smile……..
“These lines convey the idea that the youngers do feel for their elders but they do not communicate it properly”
Author is the student, who hails from Rathsuna Village of Tral.