TO MY MOTHER, WITH LOVE

 

Did I ever bond you?

For whom I am today.

Did I ever display?

 

Gratitude for being my cradle

Mercy to your sacrifices.

 

Dedication, to your loyalty.

Emotion, to your melancholy

 

Care, to your infirmity

Help, to your hardships

 

Sensitivity, to your feelings

Compassion, to your hurt.

 

Tolerance to your circumspect.

Concurrence, to your severity.

 

 A Pursuit, to your credence.

 A Change, to your wishes.

 

Expression, to your inquiry

Endorsement, to your design.

 

Veneration, to your spirituality.

Optimism, to your worries.

 

Truth, to your qualms

Consideration, to your perception

 

Delight, to your wits.

Harmony, to your peace.

Forgive me, mom, for now, I know.

 

Mom, Thanks for the gift of life.

Thanks for making me free

 And, for helping me stay free.

~Prabha Trimurty~


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