Showing posts with label Mother. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Mother. Show all posts

Wednesday, September 8, 2010

The love she deserves

Freedom she seeks...freedom she deserves

















As I see her standing on the staircase,
I wonder which tune in her heart she plays!
I want to go ahead and give her the love she deserves,
And show her my feelings are not reserved.

I am afraid to hug her, I am helpless I can’t,
My emotions are bound by foolish social chant.
She has the most beautiful eyes on earth,
She is my girl, my daughter by birth.

They demanded a son, but she came,
Cursed from the birth, now she is a pretty dame.
When their ‘Sun’ finally rose, she nurtured him like mother.
Her baby eyes lit with love, when I murmured, “He is your brother”.

Still they complain, still they deny;
To give her the rights, and question why.
But now I care for none today,
Things will change for good, and stay.

I promise to love her more than myself,
Love her the most till my last breath,
And give her all the love I preserved,
For she is the one who truly deserve.  

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Saturday, December 19, 2009

All that you give…mom!!


I still remember you standing at the door of the hall,
School’s poem recitation competition and I was at stall.
My two lined poem, a fun stock for others,
With tears in my eyes I climbed down the ladders…
It was you my mom, who held me close…
My failure never mattered with your love dose.

I saw you leaving the last apple for me,
And never thanked you for waiting in the balcony.
How many times…you missed buying a saree,
Because my dress needed a little more spree.
You sat with books, for nights together,
To make me the best known scholar ever.

I know you cried... your pillow still damp,
But never forgo being my lamp.
I never apologized, after any little row,
Still you were there with dinner at my door.
I never understood, what keeps you so kind,
Never did revenge ever cross your mind?

I continue to be the same blatant daughter,
Where you remain same, my loving mother.
Your mealtime stories, your soft little lullaby,
All went in vain, do I remember any?
Don’t worry mom, they are all in my heart,
And I promise to dispense them, down the path.