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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