You are referred to, by different names…
I call you “Mamm…”
The first word I learnt before entering the word game…
As I stepped out of the womb,
in a world of strangers,
I had absolutely no danger,
As I knew I was in a care as authentic as a ranger…
Mamm-you were my first companion!
When I was a fledgling,
You trained me to fly…
When I faced failure,
You showed me the sky
& asked me to try but 1 more time,
Making patience & perseverance my friends for life…
You stood by me throughout, till the dark clouds vanished
& gifted me with virtues that would remain garnished…
Mamm-I am your reflection!
When I look into your sparkling eyes,
I could see a light of unbounded love,
A heart of pure gold,
A support that has made me bold,
An enthusiasm that has made me strong 3 folds,
It’s a feeling that cannot be told…
Mamm-you are my wealth!
Be it sunshine or rain,
Whenever I was in pain,
I could see you drain,
With all your energy spent to help me regain,
Mamm-you are an effigy of God in my fane!
Having you in my life is the biggest gift ever
Which I would cherish forever…
All my love starts and ends at you…
Mamm-I love you!
A feeling that transforms a woman to a mère (mother in French),
A feeling that has no name,
A relation that sees no religion or terrain,
A love that is beyond the worldly endearment,
It is the relation between a mother and a child…
