A nine month old baby
Came out dirty and shabby.
A lady took her in her hands
And dried her rubbish away with her sweet fans.
She kissed the baby and left her mark in her heart,
The baby grew up to realize that it is only a mother’s art.
Family separation, house was to be shifted,
Child never realized anything how difficult it was for her parents to move around with someone who was gifted.
New home and unknown surroundings,
The child was safeguarded and protected from all the dogs hounding.
The mother let away her pleasure,
Since she had after long 15 years found her only treasure.
Love, fun, happiness bewildered,
When the child was sent by god and marked delivered.
She made sure that no stone is left unturned to share and care,
It was exactly in the same way a wood log you can’t tear.
The child now grew and went to school,
She was nurtured with so many difficulties and for her all appeared so cool.
Mother rode her around the city,
The child never realized what a pity!
Camps, trips, picnics and outings,
When the child was not home the mother left her food and pre fixed meetings.
Tiffin she dropped at school and all the so called forgotten things,
The child always saw that the mother was caught in her personal rings.
All positive emotions she portrayed around,
When she was in pain, she never even uttered a sound.
When child’s exams drew close,
The mother gave up on her sleeping dose.
Family, relatives, friends and neighbours, her child’s friends loved her too,
Many people owe a lot to her and haven’t realized their due.
When the child was scared the mother flung open her arms,
She herself though nervous, wished to keep her child away from any harm.
The mother had high level of confidence in whatever she did,
She knew how to face any evil and make it get rid.
The child turned a teen.
Her appearance like her mother so neat and clean.
When results were poor, the mother cried, she made the child cope up,
When the father complained about something, she made him shut up.
The child now went to college nervous, not knowing people she would meet,
Seeing other bunch of youngsters around she really got freaked.
Her mind and soul live for her child,
Whenever the child wants she can go to her mother and hide.
The child is over confident of her mother,
She cannot express how much of her life for her she bothers.
Now I say I miss her bike rides, Those fun times in the monsoons we used to have,
Life is hard pressed now a days, that for some time to stick around we crave.
I have to teach her so many things, much I myself her a big 200kg pile,
And when I tell her some time soon, she just smiles.
I want her to forget and forgive people who’ve troubled her,
Insects always bite people who have sweet blood as her.
She watches programmes she shouldn’t watch,
Does not realize this kind of pessimism in life is not good to approach.
Tired and sick she always gets up,
With her kitchen and office, she shall never break up.
Innocent person the world has changes,
She’s become like a bird who is now caged.
My darling mummy and a friend forever,
There is this child waiting everyday who will not let you go far from her heart and life ever.
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