I just write the word mother, And all my emotions around her gather, I have lived my life with her in phases, Not all beautiful but still would try penning all our chases.
The time from where I remember I was two or three, Total brat I was, and I know she would agree. She fed me, bathe me, dressed me and turned my cries into laughter, Yet when asked I would always address " I am my daddy's daughter."
I lost my dad,when I was ten, Brat inside me was also gone since then, She was a total wreck and I was a mess, And I always thought now MAA cares less. How could she care less, its just she could not be same, It was for me to understand, that ahead her was a battle and an aim.
Never was a time when she was not there, I was too blind at times who could not gather. I fell, I lost and much had happened that took me aback, When no one was there I always found her having my back.
At times I might have taken her for granted if I may collect, Many things I said and did which I now deeply regret. I know she doesn't remember those, as forgiveness is her virtue, There is much which I simply wish could undo.
My mother is a warrior who took sword in her hands, Cleared the path for us, so that no obstacle could withstand; She fought day and night and still fighting brave, She is my hero and I am proud to walk on the path she paved.
It took me years to realize this, that God created mothers to keep us all in bliss, Idiot was I to ever think that she cared less. I am not a mother yet but whenever I will be, I pray to make me half of her, And my child will be the best version of what she wanted me to be.
HAPPY MOTHER'S DAY TO ALL MOM'S OUT THERE!!!