Yours lovingly, Maa

A tribute to a mother

Millions of emotions,
Thousands of cramps,
And hundreds of mood swings,
All for the one;
That she made into none,
But YOU.

You were too young,
To notice her smile,
As you danced to some beats,
Or recited poetry like Keats;
To which,
All aunties would clap their hands;
When you kept her request;
And they envy her prized conquest.

She’s the head mistress,
Of your heart,
You’re her part, her art;
Which she never keeps apart.
Recollect how every single day,
She works as if it was Monday,
While you adjust your life’s hues;
And worry about Monday blues.

Thank her for the tiffin box,
Which you brought back unopened
And she’d still let you go;
Thank her for feeding you
As you hurried to catch your bus;
Without which, she’d never let you go;
Thank her for making you feel
As if you are the best;
For holding you against her bosom,
When you were at your lowest;
Thank her,
For having the patience,
For having the courage,
For having the spirit,
For having “YOU”.