An affectionate soul comes around,
The fragrance goes round ‘n‘ round
Through the meadows and the town,
That’s my mother in her gown.
The scent flows all through the house,
Knocks the door of the mouse,
The scent is of a queen, with a crown,
That’s my mother in her gown.
Mother’s perfume teaches me to soar,
Beyond the stars and more,
Rend the limits the world has shown,
These lessons are given by my mother, in her gown.
The drizzling drops of her perfume,
Aspires me to bloom,
The to climb up and never step down,
That’s my mother in her gown.
Her perfume reminds me of freshly picked flowers,
Mixed with gentle hint of super powers,
She helps me to reach up when I fall down,
That’s my mother in her gown.
Perfume I the art that makes memory darker,
It heralds her arrival and departure,
Till the rising of dawn and its breakdown,
My mother’s always on my side, in her gown.
Aamanpreet Ruprai
Class : X
School : Mount Carmel Girl’s High School.
Dear Amanpreet, we extend our heartfelt gratitude to you for championing the mental health of teenagers and for graciously submitting your poem titled – “Mother’s Perfume” for publication on our website. Your contribution will undoubtedly inspire countless students, just like us. Thank you!