mothers day poem

A Letter to my Mom..

In thy laps, I grew,
Nested in your unconditional love.
Tuning into your ‘Naokhot Laa’;
This still echoes my ears.

You brought me up like a king,
Whose every wish and whims were met.
Like a bird who flew beyond the sky,
Just to get a food for her younglings;
You fed me.

My rivers of complains always flow in,
Yet your heart never gets full;
Nor is your ear filled with hearings.
For hours you would work under the sun;
Just to fulfill my tiny little wish.

As young as I was, as ignorance grip me;
I had taken your love for granted, for long;
The only regret, the saddest thing indeed.

And now wandering in a foreign land,
Reminiscing of your love and care,
And all the tears that I have made you shed,
Which, in fact, you never deserve.
Silent tears stroll down my cheek.

I complain I do not sleep in a silver bed,
Like my friends do,
But you have had a special bed for me;
A bed full of LOVE.
I complain my dresses are torn,
And not good like the one my friends have.
But you have had a dress made of care, for me.
And still, those torn clothes which you stitch;
With your loving hands, are far better than the new one.
As I reminiscent now.

I was so ignorant to know all these;
A regret which I notice so lately.

And on this auspicious day,
Dear Mom, I just wanna say,
Thank you for your unconditional Love and Care.
And above all, Thank you for living your life for me.
I know it would have been hard for you;
To live two lives in one body.

And I tell you Mom, all your troubles, and hardship;
In bringing me up, will never be a waste.
For when you backbone stoop and your vision become blurry;
I’ll be your mom.
To listen to all your little complains,
And to fulfill all your tiny little wish.
And to give the same unconditional love;
Like the one you bestowed upon me.


RR Shimray II

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Very touching 🙏


Can’t stop crying reading…. she’d be very proud of you and am sure she’s smiling from up watching you’ that’s my son’


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This gave me a heartache for all my wrong doings, shouting and temper tantrums. Thanks for sharing Sam.