Mother

Writing a poem on my mother,

Is the most difficult thing I have ever done.

Telling her deeds one after the other,

Is like counting stars in the hours after sun.

Looking at my graduation score,

Everyone said I was worth no more.

She was the one who believed in me.

Funded my studies; rest is out there to see.

At times, when I was vexed in my work,

No doctor’s medicine could help me perk.

I slept on her lap, seeking a care miracle;

She brushed my forehead; I was up for tackle.

           

So many times she has done this for me,

Concealed her choice under my selfish plea.

'Mother'  is among those words that comes close & nice

to be defined as an synonym for the word sacrifice.

When the wings grow and are big enough to fly;

comes a time to leave her for the world of joy.

God, I wish you would cut down my wings;

coz, I prefer to be with her over all wealthy things.

                                  -         Pavan Kumar Venugopal