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HAPPY MOTHERS' DAY!




I woke up in a dark and dingy place
It seemed to me like hell seems to you
And because of immaturely developed senses
Staying in was all I could do.

It was a long journey from that day
To the day that I started falling in love with that place
I gobbled all that came my way
Up to the time I saw your face.

I didn’t want to leave, oh no!
So I cried out loud when I was out
And in this unwelcome place that I had entered
I was pestered to hear people shout.

Then I entered your arms, oh dear!
And it was like a dream come true
From the moment I had been inside your womb
I had longed to see the person it belonged to.

You have been with me all the way long
Nine months before my birth
You wiped my tears whenever I cried alone
And laughed with me when I burst into mirth.


You have made sure that you water me
Till all my petals flourish
You have made sure that you guide me
So that I never perish.

You have walked along my every step
And have picked me whenever I fell
You have taught me how to deal with obstacles
So that in the future I could do well.

You are just an ordinary woman, they say
Well, what is your greatness to them?
In narrow paths, to make me surge ahead
You pushed yourself to the hem.

A mother plants the seeds and grows them as well
She makes sure they are always in the right soil
She makes sure that her well maintained crops
Cannot even by the wickedest insects be spoiled

The cops just catch thieves and put them in jail
They just say that thieving is a crime
But their mothers are the ones who have the power
To explain with patience why
You are precious to your little gem
You have dedicated your life to its bringing up
This poem that I dedicate to you, Mom
Is nothing compared to all your work.

WISHING ALL THE GREAT WOMEN A VERY HAPPY MOTHER’S DAY!

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