MA Happy Mothers DAY . . .

   

Mother's day is celebrated on the second Sunday of May every year in India. God could not came to earth to feed and take care of every child. So, he send ‘Mother’ in its form.

“I did not want to buy her a gift because I think something handmade shows the love and care that goes into the effort, and that it’s not just a formality,” says Zainab.

Make her feel great this day. 

Yes, I wished her by kissing her in Fore head.

Came across this poem , sent by a friend ...
Do you have that person / people in your life for whom you feel whats conveyed in this poem ? Check it out !!
Is that me or it is you? When I am upset, there is a tear in your eye
When I am happy, there is a smile on your face
I am not sure who resides in me
Is that me or it is you?
You have sleepless nights when I work till late
You too stay hungry when I'm not in a mood to eat
You get worried when I get hurt
You look fresh when I sleep for long
I am not sure who takes care of me
Is that me or it is you?
Sadness touches your heart before it comes to me
Happiness brings a twinkle in your eyes before it brings a smile on my face
Words come out of your mouth before thoughts enter my mind
I am not sure who has my heart
Is that me or it is you?
I was upset and was crying
Wanted to spend some time with me
But I missed you when I was with myself
I am not sure who did I want
Was that me or it was you?
I have asked a thousand times to myself
Who is my life?
Is that me or it is you?

My answer is "ITS MY MOM" . .

To My MOM. . .

I was a just-born and she was Twenty-Five,
Though we were we, we were one.
I would cry out in Latin and she would respond in Greek,
I would learn nothing but she never got tired to teach.

I was surrounded by monsters eager to pull my cheek,
but they would vanish the moment I was wet and weep.
She would come running and hold me in her arms,
as if I had won the contest of the charms.

Now I was able to walk and chew,
and hey, I was two.
I and she could now understand each other,
I was her everything and she needed no other.

I would try to walk and fall down,
But knowing she was with me,
the fear of getting hurt was now gone.
We still could not converse that effectively,
But she would understand my needs so easily.

I could now roam about free,
because now I have turned three.
I was ready to join a new world,
my academic life was now gonna mould.

She would dress me as best as a prince,
but when I would come back,
she would need at least an hour to rinse.
I was now able to talk,
I was a ferry and she was my dock.

I still remember the child, whose shirt I had tore,
Hey buddy, I have turned four.
I now came home a little late,
Nevertheless finding her waiting at the gate.
She would hug me and carry me in her arms,
it felt like flying through the farms.
We now did the homework together,
I would spoil the home and she used to work.

Years passed and now I was fifteen,
and with each year I would forget to lean.
I wouldn't care for what she said,
because now I had become mean.
She would ask me to study for a good future,
but I was busy in a different culture.

I changed a lot which she did not teach,
She would try to hug me but I was out of reach.
She still waited for me at the gate,
but I would look at her with utmost hate.
She would be awake till late in the night,
because I wasn't home, I was in a fight.
She had so much to scold, but she never did say,
hoping to find me better the next day.
Time went on and now I am grown,
lost in the world of my own.

I and she, between us have a river,
I have left her for my career.
When I was young, for me, she sacrificed her ambitions,
but I don't care, I now have my own mission.
I am not with her now, I am in a different city,
she is so old now but I don't even pity.

She needs me now but I am nowhere to find,
in the race for appraisal, I have become blind.
In a few years from now, I will be two,
there will be in my life someone new.
Then I'll forget even to bother,
I am her daughter and she is my Mother