My Mother

Some years back, when I was in college, when I was alone, I wrote this poem on my Mother...it goes like this: 

MY MOTHER ---------- 

Friends galore around I talk and I laugh; 

I do have the freedom 

To do what I like... I sing, I dance and make merry; 

There is, however, lacking something- It's you my dear! 

Oh you dear, How often I miss you! 

You are not there- When I sit with my book 

To give me a glass of milk; 

When I can not grow 

To push me from behind; 

When I am in distress 

To console me in your lap; 

When I am in darkness 

To lead me to light; 

When I am lost in the wilderness 

To show me the path; 

When I am nothing 

To make me something. 

Often do I get angry with you 

Often do I neglect you 

Often do I ignore you 

You have loved me the same, non-the-less 

I am nothing without you, 

Maa, I am nothing without your love.