Memories of Mother

Mother, sweet mother of mine.

It is you who have always made me feel fine.

When I lay sick in bed

It was because of you that I was fed.

When I was hurt, lonely and sad,

Then, it was your presence that made me feel less bad.

With my first crush,

my first love,

my first heartache,

It was your support that helped me decide

which path to take.

Homework, Project or Job jeopardy.

That practical logic of yours

gained me insight and victory.

I grabbed all that you gave -

Those hugs, reprimands and smiles

that made me brave.

Mother, I may have been inconsiderate then

Because I was still in your little pen.

Now that I am alone,

My only solace is your voice on the phone!

I nostalgically recollect

All the memories I thought I'd forget.

I know not why you did what you did.

Now, I know because today I am a mother

Then, I was a kid!

Mother, sweet mother of mine.

It IS really you and WILL be you

who has always made me feel fine.

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Mother's Letter From Home

My son,

I write just a few words

to warm your heart,

as you get busy with a new life,

in a foreign land

I pray that you rise honestly,

reach your cherished goal,

your dream, your desire,

let it burn like fire,

errors are made, lessons learnt,

worry not about the trails left behind,

just hold on tightly to any inspiration

you can find.

My son,

you have courage within you

I know,

so go ahead and transform

your goals into reality,

stable headed and cool,

you have it within you to rule

over your temporary weaknesses.

What more can I say

my son,

I only aspire to be a tiny ray

that creeps in through your window

every morning,

to wake you up

to work with brightness,

finally, it's only You

who can make his day turn out right,

it's only You who can convert darkness into light,

so rush ahead but steadily my son,

the world awaits....

This poem was published in the magazine, Rashtriya Sahara in the year 1999.

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