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Mother

My ardent desire to have you by my side
When I became a mother myself
Unable to bear my pain
You folded hands in prayer
With eyes open wide in fear
My pain vanished for that moment
I asked if you wanted to go home
Yes! your eyes pleaded.

Ever since that day
I have been trying to emulate you
To spend sleepless nights
Near my kids bed
To swallow my pride
For their better tomorrow
To place their opulence
Before my needs.

Why is it Mom that I am always falling short of you?

13-May-2001

More By  :  Meera Chowdhry

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