From two half cells, I formed within You,
I grew and divided . . . and grew and divided . . . and grew and divided,
I became a bunch of rapidly expanding cells,
I grew in size till I became uncomfortable for You,
I drank Your blood all the while,
Yet You never complained even a bit,
But took care of me to the hilt like any Mother.
I grew so much that I gave You unbearable pain,
I refused to step out into the bad world,
They had to cut You up to take me out,
Yet You did not complain,
I cried because I caused You so much pain,
But You smiled when You heard me cry,
I will never understand why You did that, Mother.
You sacrificed so much of your time to take care of me,
I was selfish enough to think I deserved it,
But You were selfless enough to give up so many things for me,
And when the first word escaped from my lips,
You were delighted beyond what words could describe,
Your Heart must have leapt with joy,
When You heard me say “Mother”.
I grew up to be a boy,
And Your joy grew up with me,
For I was, I am and I will always be Your little bundle of joy,
When I took my first step, I could see the joy on Your face,
And when I fell down, I could see it turn into concern,
When I fell down from my bicycle and injured myself,
I could see the sorrow on Your face, Mother.
When I left home to attend school,
I could never stop thinking about You,
And You could never stop thinking about me,
The day I went missing on my way home, You searched frantically for me,
Along with the man who gave me my Y-chromosome, and when You found me,
You hugged me so hard, that it brought tears to even the eyes of Your companion,
I guess he must have been reminded of his Mother.
When I broke my leg, it must have broken Your Heart,
I was no longer a boy, and You did not want me to remain a Mamma’s boy,
When I bloodied myself, I shouted hard as they stitched me up,
But I heard You sobbing, and I stopped shouting,
Please forgive me if I have hurt You inadvertently, as I do not have that right,
But there is only one person in the world who has a right to hurt me,
Ofcourse, that person is You, Mother.
Besides me, You have made a difference in the lives of many other children and young people,
But why did You go through so much for me?
I know I should not ask You that, for that is what Motherhood is all about,
But how on Earth can I ever repay You?
I think I know the answer too,
And that is to do exactly what Father Time wanted me to do on Mother Earth,
So that when I die, I can happily say, “Thank You very much, Mother!”
I truly love You, dear Mother!
On Mother’s Day, I express my heartfelt gratitude to every Mother. Enjoy Your day, Mothers! The world would be nothing without You! As far as I am concerned, since we live on Mother Earth, every day is a Mother’s Day! 🙂
Nice ..touchy lines Raj…
Interestingly I came across several poems dedicated a mother by Indian men – and never by the Western. You guys have such a deep understanding and obviously great mothers…
Rajesh and Rahul,
Yes, we do have wonderful mothers in India . . . and our understanding is a result of Eastern philosophy . . . but I guess Western men too love their mothers!
I dont know, may be they do but in a funny way… At least it is not common to show the affection to your mother, it is not masculine enough. Unfortunately one can often see quite poor or porblematic realtionships within the families in the WEst.
I guess you are correct! To tell you the truth, even I would not feel that comfortable presenting this post to my mother. But I do let her know in subtle ways . . .
I arrived here from Nita’s blog…
this is a WONDERFUL POST ABOUT YOUR MUM!
Hola! Benvinguts! Gràcies!
And just like Spain, Francina, India has many national and many official languages, including English! While “Namaste” means hello in a few national languages of India, in my national language, Tamil, “Vanakkam” (வனக்கம்) means hello 🙂
I hope I got my Català words correct 🙂
I’m glad you liked this post as it was written straight from my heart. Moltes gràcies, Francina.
and Vanakkam Raj!!!
i’m so surprised, glad, happy,…u write this words in catalan!!!
all very well written!!!!!! thanxsssssssssss!!!!!
see uuuuuuuu!!! (“ens veiem!” in catalan 🙂
He . . . he . . . he . . . I took those words from an online translator and from your own website 😀
By the way, Barça is my favourite football team in the European leagues 🙂
VISCA EL BARÇA!!!
(even now its not in a good moment…)
have a nice day!
REally I am happy to write you a comment (nan oru tamil piriyan). just by seeing your name in tamil, i just decided to comment you by postponding all the task at my office, a salute for you to bring the tamil to reach the end of the world.
then about your poem,
you have had posted a letters, but luckily i have such a great mother and am also truthful and affectionate to my mother, hence am living the life explained in this poem. but really superb… excellent continue your journey ………
பாண்டிய நாடொ பல்லவ நாடொ, மடுரையொ சென்னையொ, நாம் தமிழர்
(Whether we are from Pandiya land or Pallava land, Madurai or Chennai, we all speak Tamil)
I hope your office work doesn’t get affected by my blog 🙂 By the way, Vikram is one of my favourite actors!
Yes, man, we all have such wonderful mothers!
மிக்க நன்றி, சிவா! (Thanks a lot, Siva!)
One word — “Beautiful”.
Thanks a lot, Leafless!
Thats is really beautiful!!!! A different beat of all those poems I read about mother…..Completely agree and Loved it 🙂
Very nice.. touched me a lot..
Loved some lines /*I cried because I caused You so much pain*/ 🙂
Sahaja and Kanagu,
Thank you, my friends! 🙂
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