Drained of energy, yet she took the pain all alone;
Guarded me against all odds and faced months’ struggle;
Carried me in so much pain, but she her pain did muffle.
She knew and felt me, when to the world was I unknown.
Then from her into the world I popped out.
Still in pain she lay, yet her eyes glistene’d,
With joy; with my babbling she was smitten’d.
Ah, the first word Ma came out of my mouth.
She Makes me happy, and wipes my tears
She eats less and feeds me more
Much love have I got in all these years.
What more could I ever ask for!
A song let me sing praising my mother’s angel like face
Never have I seen such a beauty!
She who is the epitome of unparalleled grace,
Has infused in me love and taught me my duty.
Mother, my mother, oh, how I love you!
How I miss you mother, my mother!
No matter how I try, I can never pay the due
For the drops of milk you fed me, oh mother.
Away from you I am three-thousand kilometers.
But the distance from you I can no longer bear.
I long to be with you mother, my dear mother.
Soon I shall be with you crossing all the barriers.
I shall come to ease all your pain my mother.
I care for you in my own way.
A word of prayer let me say.
You be hale and hearty every day.
I beseech you mother never to worry any further.
Mother, oh mother, you’re God incarnate.
When the world understands everyone but me,
Mother, sweet mother, you’re the only one I see.
I loved you and shall love you till my death.
PS: I tried hard not to shed a single drop of tear from my eyes as I was writing this poem, but tears are tears, I could not resist them and they just rolled down my cheek as freely as they could. Just after finishing the poem I started reading it, thereupon, I cried a little more. I cried not only for the things I have written in this poem (that’s jejune, I know), but because of various other reasons, which I can never express in words. Anyway, you might as well like a wonderfully written poem by Rudyard Kipling; it is called “Mother O’ Mine”.
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