Your day
starts at 6 a.m.
Making
breakfasts, Tiffin then office ,
Tired you
come home; after a hectic day,
Scowls of
your boss and dissent with your colleagues
You leave it
there and enter dwelling,
Brother
screams for food, dad discusses finance,
Through all
of it you prepare dinner.
And while
you rest in front of your favourite serial-
Daughter
hops in searching for uniforms and doubts you have to clear,
Taking their
studies and proofreading their homework
You lie on
bed tired…
Still you do
no work...
You take
those sarcasms and taunts when food isn’t proper but mom-
It’s because
they haven’t seen hunger
A day
without you, a step in your shoes,
And we know you’re
a diamond in the rug-
Nobody can
swap.
You’ll grow
old and we’ll get busy,
We never
know if life snatches our chance so let’s just proclaim it loud and clear to
you and the world-
“I love you momma”
