HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY
It’s been more than 3 decades she birthed me.

Three and a half decades of sweat, labour, worry

Will he grow, will he survive? Will he be man?

Living through the years with bated breath

Like in labour, will this baby come?

a single breath dancing on the tip of the tongue

awaiting the final push, for the baby to arrive and to cry

giving out that shrill note of arrival

that is joy to mothers and others.



HAPPY MOTHERS’ DAY


Every year, we the children, celebrate our birthdays

We come back again

To mother, it’s that day of labour, tears, pain, hope and joy

Every year, she gives birth to us again and again

Every year, we change, we become new babies.

And Mother’s worry never end

Can I ever say a worthy ‘Thank You’?

Can we thank these beautiful mothers enough?

Can any of us? Read the full version on my blog