Dear Mother,
You taught me the meaning of life,
You taught me to adorn a spectrum of hats,
You were a mother, a daughter and a wife,
You were the one who held the maps,
To every ambition shaped dream like road,
And as you assumed the likes of a guiding light,
And the lineaments of everything right,
Did I something then decode,
You were but my best friend, not an enemy,
You were but my beacon of hope, not a paradoxical entity,
You have moulded me into the woman I have become,
You have imbibed in me compassion and love’s strum,
You have endowed me with the lessons of self-love,
You have edified me with familial love being over and above,
They say it is better late than never,
And while I know that we have forever,
I have often afeared not having a chance,
To look at you with a gratifying glance,
And as the steady riverlike flowing tears do stain my cheeks,
I shall but thank you for I have no other phrase to speak.
Authors: VR Kapse and Adit J