My Mother

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 💘