| Ritu Maskara |
| My sons MoM me, and my Mom |
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| Keywords: Mother |
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presented her a broken, smallest and sickest plant on this Mothers day
today. It doesn’t even have a bloom on it. My Mother asked me “Out of
all those beautiful flowers, what had made me pick this particular
plant? I took great pride in saying this to her that this one looked
like it needed my MOM most. When we (me & my bro) were small & SHE was young, SHE often had no time 4 fun, There was cleaning to do and bills to pay. SHE rushed upon HER busy way, Then suddenly, we had grown and gone, but then, a miracle, it’s true, HER children’s children now SHE sees, gathered sweetly at HER knee, She sends an upward, grateful glance, that God gave HER another second chance
On this day, I just wanna a say, thanks to her, though, I feel, that
there is no word in, which could be made with 26 alphabets, which I can
say in return to whatever she has done for me in life. A lullaby for her Let me kiss away the frowns As you kissed away the fears When rolling thunders flung me into your lap, Yours palm became my heaven… Now its my turn to snuggle you into sleep…Sleep mamma sleep… Feel safe with me, I will protect you From sharp breeze or impatient eye…Close your eyes, my dear mamma And when you no longer can see like before You will hear me softly sing Sleep mamma sleep Sssssssssssshhhhhhhhhhhh…don’t make noise…my MOM is sleeping… Maa Meri Maa, Pyaari Maa, Mamaa
PS:BW pic is of me & bro, On the left Vivaan - my son with his Nani
and on the right Dhwani – my Bro's daughter with her Dadi, but the best
part is, both Nani & Dadi is my Mother :) |
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