Jay P Narain
My Mom - Poem by Jay P Narain
The first word I uttered in my life,
was not the golden arches but the universal word of eternal love,
The word Ma has all the variations in different cultures,
It signifies the eternal bondage of motherhood in the Creation.
I would feel the warmth of her affection in her lap,
when crying was my only profession,
More she would rock me to make me sleep,
More I would cry to get her heavenly attention.
Whether I was a bad boy or a good boy,
whether I played whole day or did my homework or not,
she made me think that I was the best boy in the world,
she disciplined me with utmost care,
and shaped me for a bright future,
Whenever I did something very stupid,
her anger would change into sermons,
In one instant she would be in rage over my actions,
In the next moment she would forgive me,
and instruct me to take right decisions.
Whenever I was in pain over the setbacks of daily life,
Her tearful eyes would feel my agony,
She would try to heal my pain with great sympathy,
she would comfort me and fill my heart with empathy.
Whenever I needed unselfish love and tenderness,
She would be there with pure and honest goodness of the heart,
She would bestow never ending love and care with innocent smile,
She would live in my dreams for the rest of my life.
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