A TRIBUTE TO MOM

I believe you believe in me

For  I always tried to follow your set-path.

Can never think of hurting you even a slight

For I can't bear to be a reason for your plight.

Would choose to embrace death

Than to be a reason to your tears.

Your smile mesmerizes me  in the real as well as dreams

So heavenly solace I find in your happiness

That is impossible to find anywhere else.

I promise to give you loads of smiles

At the cost of all Baconian pain

To dunk you in the shower of

Rejoicing happiness till the end

Has become my only aim till my end.

Assisting me from my very first breath

I promise to hold your hand at every breath.

Waking up daily in the wee hours to prepare lunch for me

Running around with the glass of milk

Was your care and love I realize now.

Breaking the stone-hard chapatis in the mess

Yearning hard for the late night coffee at my study-table today,

I miss that one chapati in the casserole left for me

With your words echoing loud in my ears

"Energy is needed to run every machine

So fuel yourself properly."

Giving up your celebrations for my studies,

Collecting every penny for CAMBRIDGE,

Serving me light to combat food-poisoning,

Steaming rice and chilling the curd hours before my arrival,

Are the few things I cherish today and indebted to forever.

Holding my hands to draw "A" once,

Today also you stand beside me to write  my best.

Celebrating my winning together,

Boosting me to outperform the last failure,

Is the best support I always get from you.

Instructing me each time I appear for exams

Wishing me even in the INTERNALS

Was what I felt amused at.

Always praying for my win

I think you sign into a deal with God

Everytime I go to battlefield.

I proudly say today all my accolades are indeed won by you.

The start of my every birthday  morning with your kiss and blessings

Was I missed the most during these four  years.

I wish this year the day becomes special just with your presence.

Buying me a new frilled frock each time

You smiled in your old drape which I hated always.

Now I am a grown-up in my twenties

But still your "6th class girl"

And soon this girl is going to endow you

All the happiness and comfort which you have dreamt of through my eyes.

I am working hard for the D-DAY

When all my plans for your smile will come true

And you will embrace  me calling sweetly " MERA RAJA BETA".

JJJ

P.S. ‘I am writing a Tribute to Mom in association with Parentous.com‘