I am not a poet,not
a an author,
Neither a singer
nor a god of heavens,
I am not a king,
not a shrvana
Neither ram nor balram,
I am neither of
them who has made name in whole world and will make you proud!
Mom...
I am just your Son!
....
The more I
remember, more I wonder , how in this world a person could be so selfless,that
can dedicate
Her life
nonetheless,
Live With wishes
of her son as own and no desires of her own,
Life was so tough
for us ,but you made comfortable for us!
You taught us how
to walk, how to dance!
Always holding
your hand!
The more I
remember, more I wonder , how you were worried about my 5th grade exams while
Lying on hospital
bed!
Mom, you worked
hard for my
Exams,still I
disrespected you
So many times....believe
me
I am Not prodigal
son!
The more I
remember, more my
Heart surrender to
the phase
we went through....and you made
Me more stronger
than ever ....
Made me more
responsible...
Always wished for
god's blessing,
But always
underestimated your love and caring...
But now mom I am
indebted to you, just tell me why did you do...
The more I write,more
I more I feel short of words....
Wondering could
there be another way of expressing it..
The more I remember, more I wonder....
