She thinks I know nothing at all
She thinks I should be at her beck and call
Yet I continue looking after her
Though she gives my emotions a stir
I nurtured her, I pampered her
it wasn’t a mistake, it was my love for her
She thinks I don’t understand her
But, better than me, no one else knows her
He thinks he can mould my ways
He thinks to his tastes I should give away
Yet I continue to care for him
Though he makes me depressed and grim
I moulded him, I cried for him
In life’s each battle, I stood with him
He thinks now I don’t care for him
But, he knows not, till my last breath I’ll care for him
She thinks I cannot handle things
She thinks she can control my life strings
Yet I shower away my love on her
Though she hurts my heart deep under
I gave her birth, I nursed her
In her weakest moments, strength I gave her
She thinks I am too naive for her
But, she’s forgotten the life lessons that I taught her
My aging age has brought a challenge
They think my mind is now beyond their range
Yet, I continue living hopefully
For, they are mine, and I am theirs
They shall always remain in all my prayers
And I opt now to stay away from their affairs
For my peace of mind, and theirs
Yet, they grew up in my very arms, gaining years.
Sikiladi
For when their own age will rise
Thoughts of the past care will rise
The unconditional love so dear
The compassion and listening ear
Can never go to waste
Those hands wiping tears
Soothing all their fears
Rubbing oil upon the head
That is dusty, dry seared
Can never go to waste
A mother is a mother
She will always bother
Reward comes oh so calm
He gives it, it’s a balm
It’s mutamaina at last
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Thanks a lot Shariffa Ji for liking this poetry and responding with such a befitting poetry that seems like a continuation of the poetry.
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Very beautiful poetry.
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Thank you for always appreciating my poetry.
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Beautiful thnx for sharing
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Thank you Nitin Ji for liking the poetry and commenting on it.
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