The
day, your dearest man left me in you,
Say,
when my presence within, first pained you!
Pray!
For people to care and support…very few;
A
prey, you become; my father’s color very true!
The
day your dearest man left me and you,
May
– the month, you let your kin bury you;
Lay
I, betrayed, not knowing even to argue
Grey,
was my brightest day; earth, I wished to bid adieu!
The
day I realized your state so sorry, I grew;
The
way you felt your skin, happy… me within you!
A
ray was your hope on me, even when I mew
Hey,
dearest mother! in my love I felt you!
Array,
were my problems in; my age still blue,
To
pray or to face my fate, I hadn't a clue.
Nay,
the fights of your heart, never did I view
Hey,
dearest mother! in my courage I felt you!
Fray,
was the world like, I wanted to subdue;
A
pay got everything amidst cry and hue
A
dray, you pulled and me, with grit, sans shoe
Hey,
dearest mother! in my will I felt you!
This
day my tiresome soul, leads me towards you
Pray,
to see my dear mother, just one eternal view;
Hurray!
Here I come to heaven – ‘my turn to foster you!’
Hey, dearest mother!
now WITHIN ME I FEEL YOU.
-------- P.S.
This is a poem I penned exactly 10 years ago for a poetry competition my brother
participated in. A lot has changed since then - my brother is now a 'man' and writes his own poems, orkut doesn't exist, Osama has been neutralized, India has won the cricket world cup, i think so much more about what the h*#k I'm doing with life, and the list goes on...10 years is a long time and it takes its toll on everything that comes its way...except of course, a mother's love, my mother's love - very very cliché but very very true!
Mom, ten years ago I wrote this and my brother read it to a huge audience you weren't a part of. Today, we gift it to you. Dad, Praveen and I wish you
a very happy mother’s day. You are the best! J
