Sunday, May 15, 2011

To my mother

Have been thinking about this for a while but this photo from Ganapathy made me sit and write a few lines today.


The smallest thing you got
was reserved for me
Your whole life in short
was all about me

When I was a child
you had a dream for me
In your own sweet way
you slowly led me

In your thoughts you were
much ahead of me
You were always right
about what I would be

When I was successful
it would be just because of me
When things didn't go well
you would be there for me

The smallest things I did
you always thanked me
while all my thoughts above
remained deeply inside me

Words are not enough
to tell what you mean to me
Everyday in life is
mother's day for me