A person who is bold,
but her exclusive caring,
helped me to face this world and
made my attitude daring.
that person is my mom, with love
so intense, so pure,
the only never ending in this
world, for sure.
a girl whose passion is to make me
happy,
from the time when i wore nappy.
she kept me in her belly and
suffered many pains,
fed me food via her veins.
she is the one who gave me birth,
helped me to make our lives
worth.
she is my first doctor,my first
teacher,
at night, told me stories of holy
creatures
she is the girl, my first love, to
whom i admire,
in whose absence, my heart burns
with fire.
in my heart she is always
contemporary,
not like other girls around, whose
thoughts are temporary.
she smiled when i smile,
cried when i cry,
what all i like, with love she fry.
still i remember, the aroma of the
food she cooked,
bring water in my mouth,
glare in my eyes and a smile over
my face.
today i choose to live in a hostel,
and feels for those days.
i regret my decision,
i changed my vision
with which i came here,
seeing someone with her mom, i
just stare,
recognizes my mom's incredible
love and care.
without her, my life is hell,
like a droughted land, a dried well.
whenever i call her,
the talks and feelings comes from
my heart's core,
i can feel her eyes wet and water
on its shore.
when she spoke, i feel her
presence via breeze,
for a while, my heartbeat freeze.
i cry for her in her absence,
between us, my studies act as
fence.
from the bottom of my heart, i
swear,
any responsibility in life i need to
wear,
never ever stop loving my mother,
don't care about the restrictions,
whatever bother,
for her, i will be a blancket in the
night,
act as a umbrella, in the light.
for me, she has been always a
fruitful tree,
for her i will always be free.
al last, i request you all,
once in a day, give your mom a
call,
she prays for your well being,
lives her life, with your picture
admiring,
hung somewhere in your home,
over a wall...
