Mother, the epitome of love, sacrifice and understanding.

Problem is, when she is alive we have no time. We are ignorant of her tears and her smiles. When she needs us we are on a business trip or at work. The realization, that our prosperity, good health and success are all because of her profound love, dawns on us when she’s gone forever. By then it is too late to say “Thank you, mother.”

I have heard
people say
to worship mother
before God, everyday.

Busy at workplace
in a heady cocktail of glory and fame
I realized my mistake
A little too late.

Today, I miss her smile
her embrace
her blessings
love unconditional.

Day and night
all seasons
she protected me
from all ills and evil gaze.

Mother
I miss you
when you have gone
far away.

I want to see you
and talk to you
I want to thank you
Just this last time and day.

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