Warrior MOM

this was like the first poems that i had written when i was in my teens.. i have not edited this and there might be a lot of mistakes in this.. but i wanted this to remain as it was.. as going through this brought tears to my eyes..

Right from the day i was born..

till the moment right here..

there has never been a single day, 

i have seen my mom not fight..

and when i say fight i dont literally mean a fight..

fighting your own emotions is also a fight..

she stood tall between ruins..

she made a castle from scratch..

what all she has been through ,

nobody but she alone knows..

i have seen her do it all..

i have seen her shed her tears..

i have been with her , from the day i remember.

we kept switching houses.. 

moving from bad ones to better..

until finally she had one .. to call her very own..

beyond all this.. she did it all alone..

though i was with her..

at my age there wasn't much i could deliver..

dad was never here.. he was working hard abroad..

and she couldn't say anything to him..

fearing this would make him sad.. 

living under roofs which had leaks.. 

to houses with no power..

slowly but steadily.. we did come out of it together..

she never gave up.. 

thats what i like in her most..

she picked herself up..

every time she had a fall..

tall and strong did she stand..

among the ruins which..

no women could ever withstand...

fighting her way through 

and making her own way..

keeping faith..

a better tomorrow was not that far away..

she had to feed me and feed her..

and get us clothing and shelter..

all this she did.. with just one job as a teacher..

with no other helping hand..

she single handedly won that fight..

i cry when i think about all the hardship we came through..

and gladly think that it has all come to an end..

she still keeps the heart of a lion..

only the fight is over .. but not the war

the worst.. maybe.. is only yet to come...