My mother is a divine’s gift,
with whom I usually have a rift.
for not giving me wanted independence,
which was actually a transcendence
she always acted in strict ways,
which often gave me hard days.
so difficult were her ways to be understood,
during the period of childhood.
As the time passed I realised,
she did much which can’t be analysed.
Her task was too tedious,
to grow me as a genius.
I often took her for granted,
but she was always enchanted
she wanted me to fly high,
as she was my alumni.
now being a mother I realise her plight,
why she kept the germinating grain away from light.
so that the seed could be a beautiful tree,
and could give shadow to others with glee.
love you mom always 💘