She bore me Like a bud on the branch Jumping with joy with the breeze of life She nurtured me Like the gardner tending a plant And when I became a flower She laughed and made merry Drunk with the fragrance she gave me She gave me life She gave me shape.
And then time took wings I became big, in body, not in soul I grew taller, heavier I felt great, she looked frail and small She got shrivelled With wisdom and age, terrible masters both She felt lonely, groping for me She had a claim, so she thought She had pride and faith in me She thought it right to seek her right.
I ran away From her, from what she wanted I did not want to be pressed or pestered Like a ripe fruit, I felt heavy With responsibility, so I thought Though it was really an escape To an easy time, a false freedom Away I got, putting distance between us I got engrossed in nothings And lost my track into wilderness.
Now she is no more and I cry Nothing can make my eyes dry I am broken, lost in the pain of memory Dry within and dying every moment.
Being a mother… That path that is sometimes taken, that path that sometimes reaches you, and that you, even as a companion, always walks. That road full of efforts of pains and struggles but pregnant with joys, with teachings. That
The Mother Mother is bestowed with all heavenly qualities From beginning till end she remains at stake She is a shelter in severe summer like the trees God gifted style makes mother never to shake Mother is emblem of God
Here below the oppressive heat On ground parched and cracked In dark and pregnant sheet A thousand clouds above gathered Streaks of lightning signal the vent As thunder roars in rapture With joyous cries they mingle The first drops downwards
Somehow I simply can’t forget The first time that i met her A little glimpses from the window pane On the special day of your first born A single call from your little one What changed everything upside down A