Sunday, May 17, 2015

you too have it inside every passion of your child


Your innocence ma is most unique
I haven’t found anyone so noble-hearted
That twinkle in your eyes
Those tears for me
None have I seen so warm-hearted
You gave me birth
The wild side of me
And then you tried to get me sorted
Coz you knew the cost of dreams
For me you wanted it all sorted
But the zeal of life
Your fight with my every strife
Its remarkable
Its unattainable
I wonder
What makes you
The way you are
The love of your star
Is it because  you are a mother
But so are many women
Is is because
Every mother is unique and special to every child
No! something in you is definitely wild
Wild like me
I can identify with thee
Despite of all our polarities
Despite of your constant push
Towards domestic singularity
Yet,  I know
You know me the most
Coz I am your daughter
coz my passions you can’t slaughter
you too have it inside
every passion of your child
or maybe I am an extention
of repressed desires of things you never mentioned
and yet you deny
every action of mine
and you think that I am different
or may be I would be hence
but no mumma
I won’t
I am your daughter
Your every mood
Same stubbornness,
Same personality
Hard core spirit
Far from artificiality
Now I know
May be you were my role model
Ever since I was born
May be
You were my back always
My solid stone
I feel lucky
To have you as my mom
None else could have
Suffered my storm
But you were strong
You faced it all
My every mood
At every stall
And with all your anger
You still gave me strength
Broken-hearted
You continued to be my stem
I know it now
Why I am able to be me
Coz though you stopped
Yet you believed in me
It is your strength and courage
That sketched this picture of mine
Your little baby
Rose up to a new sunshine
But the lap of moonlight
Resides in my heart
Your tender love
Your noble heart
And I carry it all with me
In bonds when free
I reproduce it in my veins
Every drop every grain
Of blood and brain
In pleasure in pain
Coz you are the root
And you are the stem
You make me those branches
To raise and bend
And I dance on your strength
I touch that sky
With your pen.



Written by - Mystical Wanderer

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