Sarala writes this poem for her mother, a soulful verse, exclusively for Different Truths.
What else can I do Except to touch your feet. In reverence How can I forget the songs? You sang rocking me In your lap looking into My beady eyes, full of mischief. How can I forget How you helped me take My first step holding my Little fingers with love How can I forget you? You taught me the alphabets When I was just three How can I forget Your smiling face When I fell while talking My first step and you Laughingly said, Don’t bother about your fall You will rise again Without falling you cannot Rise remember my words When you grow up You are my mother and My love to you will never Fade or dim If God gives me another birth I want you to be my Sweet mother, who loved Me always and throughout Let me lay in your lap For some more time As I may not get another Chance as you have grown Old and become fragile I can't think of the day You will leave me and go away, I will miss you mother dear As you are my love and life And will remain so forever Not but the least Let me wipe your divine feet in obeisance of your pure and unconditional love you showered upon me Oh, mother dear, don't leave me! And go as this world is Full of rogues and I am Scared of leaving you As now you are old with No strength to fight back Mother dear, be With me today and every day Oh, mamma how much I love you!
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