Mothers, because they are the best ever.
To you I owe my existence and all my success.
Every thing's for you. Each rupee, every pence
You are the reason I walk, I talk, I think, I see,
You were A mother the second time when I came
And I was the child that I will always want to be
Your extreme parsimony which still amazes me
Parsimony not in love but in hatred and disgust
You blew away my mistakes, all as a puff of smoke
Me being incorrigible, but never found lack of love
The invaluable time you spent on me as a mother
I never aim to pay it back 'cause I never will be able to
Those priceless tears, the never failing love and devotion
They were never unnoticed. I admire you. I love you.
You adopted my fears, healed pain and wiped my tears
To me you are the bible of forgiveness. Big and small
Couldn't have asked for more generousness from you
Can never pay you back. Neither I'm capable, nor will I try
To this ordinary child who wouldn't even love you back
The warmth you gave, the way no one ever did and will
The huge sacrifice when you quit on those small things
Those elements of happiness all which you deserved
You are my teacher, my Idol, my encourager, my strength
I wish to shower millions to stop every tear that rolls down
With numb eyes when I look at you thinking about the care
The enduring patience, the treasure of wisdom, my cushion.
Being with you for all these years. Those afternoons in your lap
I will miss this when I go away. When you set me free from you
When you set me free to chase my dreams. You thought twice
First for me and then for the rest of them. Never for yourself
I wish you, A Happy Mothers day to express my love back
Which at maximum is little compared to your motherly love.
I read this somewhere: "A mother is a women who pretends like she never was fond of the pie when there are only 4 pie's for 5 people."
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