Iou - Poem by Akhtar Jawad
I owe you, yes; I owe you my mother,
Anyone like you, none no other!
You stole me from the garden of flowers,
Wrapped me in a blanket after washing in showers,
The blanket of warm and secured lovely arms,
Wish an infant could describe its charms!
You fed me to grow as a healthy man,
Many more sacrifices I can’t scan,
Saved me from the dangerous heat strokes,
Your lullabies and your nursery jokes,
Your science in training how to walk,
Your art in teaching how to talk,
Love and restlessness seeing me restless,
Took care of me when I was helpless,
A guide, a teacher an umbrella in rains,
A reliever, a soother in cries and pains,
And today celebrating the Women’s Day,
I owe you is all I can say!
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