Oh my mother!

If anyone would ask me
What is the aim of your life?
If anybody would question me
What is it that you are living for?
It is an easy answer and no-brainer
I am living for my mother


As everyone loves his mother
So do I.
Where is the big difference?
No, I do not compare
But still, my eyes see her vision
My mind thinks her thoughts
My ears echo her sound
My body walks her path


The life, she has lived
The tears, she has beared
The struggles, she has fought
I remember clearly
All that is for me only
I am, her dream
I am, her hope
I am, her desire


She lives everyday, thinking
I would change something
She has embroidered cloth
to feed me, to educate me
She has tolerated everything
to put values in me
And here I am
Standing with her power
thinking what can I do for her.


My life is made by her hands
Her joy, her sorrow are mine's
My happiness lies in her happiness.