As today I got up and saw my mom making breakfast a chill went through my spin, will I ever be as great and so giving like her. Navratri is going to end and so does this puja of all the goddess or puja(prayers) of women(which happens only ones a year for the ritual sake)
Every mother is a living goddess, as today I saw her every bit of me shouted to write something about mothers. But my mere words can never be enough for any mother in this world. She is fighter, she is a lover, she is giver, she is leader, she is mentor, and I proudly say she is a mother.
She gets up first
And sleeps at last
She cooks
But she eats at last
She gives first
But takes at last
She always smiles
But she can cry fast
She put me first
And put herself at last
She let's me be the winner
nothing can compete her
Her tears, she hide
But Mine, she somehow always find
She can never fail,
But my tears just destroys her
she knows my every secret
even if noone tells her
She loves me the most
Even when I torched her 9 months
I ask myself,
Will I ever be like her.
Will I ever be able to return her favors
Will she ever find time for herself.
Will I be a good mother like her.
Can she be their for my entire life .
Can I make her happy forever.
Can I just be your daughter.
Can one day I be her.
But I just wanna say to you my mother that,
So much I learn from you, but not even a half of me could be like you.
You put me above you, but for me even god is below you.
I just can hope to be like you.....
~priyanka sethi
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