This One’s Also For You, Ma

This Ones Also For You, Ma short poem

Uploaded by Sheena Mathew

10 years back I wrote one song
That one was from me to you, Mom.
When you read it, you applauded
Your heart was filled, it eluded.

Today I hear that your eyes are filled when you pray
So much so you are burdened, so often you say.
Are you also fed up when you think about me, Ma?
How can I make that go away without any such drama?

I have made it tough for you then and now,
But there is no compromising, though you ask me how.
Would you smile, would you stand with me, Mom?
Because this song, this song is also for you Mom.

Don’t lose heart; don’t give up on me, Mom
These times are hard, they just want me gone.
Yea, it’s true they’re making us crazy,
But don’t just give up on me mommy!!

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