She carried us for 9 months in her tummy
protecting us from the all the badness of the world
till we could see and hear.
Then finally one day she lets us come out to the world
bearing the pain shedding blood sweat and tears
only so that we can see the world.
She is The Mother, a being who lives
strives for her kids.
Then as we grow up we drift away in the name
of growing up,
yet to that iron lady we still are kids
whom she still feels need her protection
we fight sometimes to drift away
still that heart beats for us.
She still worries if her kid ate well, slept well
She calls a thousand times to ask how
we are, we ignore in the name of being busy in meeting,
making a life, but are we truly making a life.
What is the point of life when money cannot buy that
warmth of love of a mother.
What is the point of living thousands of miles away
if you cannot make your mother happy.
Is it worth it ! in a materialistic world
we say it is the core essence.
But where have we reached with this
we lose what is dear to us in the name of
“making a living”.
Because for a mother, her children are the world.