A quarrel

A quarrel
"Hey Son You are very wicked and naughty,
for your daily notoriety I drink water through nostrils and to many I plead guilty."
"No mother! you are a liar of first order,
before friends and their mummies you insult me and beat me with anger.
I pray God for change of my mother,
who will love me for my sake not for her."
The mother replied in a hurry "I bore you with so much pain
for ten months feeding you from my blood for your gain.
You sucked from my breast
like a monkey
always keeping me awake night after night, you Hey Donkey!
I remained awake when you disobeyed me,
caught cold, coughed throughout night keeping me disturbed and busy."
"Hey mother you have done everything for your sake and for your motherhood pleasure,
never for my sake as I see so far but I keep mum out of fear."
"Hey Child you are a cheater,
you cry pathetically and run to me why do you then my dear?"
"Oh mother! I cry and surrender to you for your motherly care and for a mother's pleasure,
Surrendering to somebody it generates her sympathy even if she is not your mother.
Suppose I die, you will cry and certainly nobody can give you comfort,
because in you but not for me the natural mother is hurt.
But only time I shall feel your love for me for my sake when on my own I bring a spouse,
and you smilingly compromise with her even if she throws you to stay at our out house."
"Interrupting the quarrel the mother lovingly tells " You are hungry
come for food all your demands I shall meet, do not be angry".