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