Dedicated to all the mothers of the world.

MOTHER


Yesterday I thought
I could write a novel or an article
On about any subject under the sun
Yet I did not realize a bit
That there was one such topic
Towards which any person could become speechless.



Sometimes a strict teacher, sometimes a benevolent friend
Sometimes an expert chef, sometimes an efficient engineer
She has a magical invisible wand
The wand that can make her a superwoman at one moment
And a very normal timid person at the other.

She is my favourite secret sharer
She is my coach as well as my guide
She is rude and scary and turns red, when I am at fault
She becomes unbelievingly affectionate, when I am sad
She sometimes freaks me out, when she knows exactly what’s in my mind!
She shows all the smartness and wit, just to make me laugh
She also becomes my support system, and lets me be myself.
  
Living without her or living far afield from her
Does not exist in my philosophy
Because she is omnipresent
For me, she is more than a human being
Things impossible for anyone are possible for her
She looks beautiful even when she has been totally exhausted
Not because she had won a beauty pageant sometime
But because I always want her to be beautiful
Because she is the only epitome of beauty for me
Because for beauty only lies in the heart of a person who is not flawed
Because for me she is next to God.
Because she is a Mother.


-Ashi

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