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
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;
RR Shimray II