Maa...Who means the world to us

A beautiful poem written by dear friend Kavita for her beloved mother.
Our mom means the world to us.
When the angel is called back by the god its becomes really difficult for the people on 
earth to live without her.

Since my childhood I lived with an angel and I call her my mom,

You are the one who turns our house into a sweet home.

Every morning you will wake me up & serve me with tea,

And then you will start working continuously like a machine.

You will make breakfast for us and run in the kitchen to make the lunch,

You will always make our favourite dishes which we loved to munch.

Until we finish our food you won't take a bite,

You will spend whole day with us and also the night.

Cleaning utensils, keeping them at place, Washing clothes and folding them,

Cleaning and dusting home, cooking food, work goes on, the list never ends.

You will accompany us for snacks and tea,

We would always have fun at dominos and CCD.

Seeing you work like this 24*7, we felt so bad,

We would force you to lie down and take rest.

Now when you lie down silently for sleep,

We pray hard for you to wake up and our heart silently weeps..

Those 33 days of pain, seeing you fight,

We would sit next to you, day or night.

Please don't give up we are always by your side,

These tears start rolling down, very difficult to hide.

How god can be so unfair to take you away from me,

Was it our mistake or already written in our destiny.

I will definitely take time to accept that you are gone,

Every  life comes to an end you have shown.

I want to live with you again, a chance I will never get,

Was I even able to pay the interest in these 33 days for your lifetime debt?

I wish there was a road to heaven for me, to come and meet you,

I will miss you at every step of my life, whatever I do.

Now we know you will never come back, even if we try hard,

You will always stay with us though far apart.

We just pray a happy and healthy life for you, wherever you go,

None can take your place in my heart, that's for sure.

If it's about you the thoughts never come to an end,

I can write a book on you, like this poem I penned.

She is above all labels...My Mom !!!

She is the one who has brought me into this world, taught me the principles of life and made me understand the difference between right and wrong.

She is the one who has comprised and sacrificed her pleasures so that I can enjoy mines.

She is the one who can feel my pain, my sadness just by hearing my voice.

She is the one who is in tears even if I get a small bruise.

She is my everything, a friend, a teacher, a girlfriend, a critic and most importantly my
well-wisher.

She is none other than my “MOTHER”.

It’s a great honor for me to write about her and describe the amazing personality she is.
Thanks to Blogadda and Gillette for giving me this opportunity.

My mom was interested in painting from her school time.
She had won lot of competitions and was a renowned face of the institute wherever she studied.

When she got married there were some problems in the family because of which my father had to separate out. He was still studying M.D and source of income was just the stipend which he used to get from the college.

Somehow he managed a rented flat, not really a flat but just a room which was partitioned in middle by a curtain to separate out the bedroom and kitchen.

After a year of marriage my elder brother was born.
There were multiple responsibilities on my mom now.

She had no time to follow her passion which was painting.
A new home and a new dispensary of dad were the top priorities.

2 years later I was born and hence came more responsibilities and pressure on her.
She devoted her complete time in taking care of me and bhaiya.

For the next 10 years she was happy to be labeled as a supportive wife, caring mother and a responsible housewife. Till that time we got our new home and my father also purchased a new place for his dispensary. It was then, when my father motivated her to start painting again. He decorated the new house with her paintings which she made before marriage.

First it was difficult for my mom but slowly and steadily she got her touch back.
Her first exhibition was put in the yearly program of our community. There was none who passed by without appreciating the art on display.

After that there was no stopping for her and today she is counted among one of the renowned painters of Indore.

Whenever I get an opportunity to visit her exhibitions which I mostly do, it feels proud to be a son of such a great artist.

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