Dear Mom....
Dear Mom....
I have been dying to tell you
That I don't hate you
My intentions aren't to hurt you.
I have a Junta feeling welding inside
the core of my heart
That confuse my actions
Mixing all my emotions.
Mom I love you a lot
And I can't dare even in the dreamy night to hurt you.
To hurt the most beautiful lady
Who always loves me
Be it in my odds or even
Without any monthly wage.
My intentions aren't bad,
But I always end up hurting you
With my actions
with my words
Sometimes I even end up cursing you
I am sorry Mom.
I am bad child
I am a disgraceful daughter
Bad-mouthed, heartless girl
Who can't even give respect in return to love
Asking for paradon
Is a joke
as to what I have done for you.
My words are harsh
My actions are worst
But my heart is still pure
It still holds the drop of love
That you give me
Even I hurt you.
I love you, mom.
You are the most magnificent person in my life.
Whose position I feel
even higher than
Heavenly power.
I don't tell you
But that can't prove
I don't love you.
I am sorry for being
Such a bitter fruit
Of your hard labour.
I know I am no different
From those sewing pins
Which always pierce your skin.
I give you pain
In return to your love.
I know I can't be that
Darling daughter
that you desired
when I was in your womb
I am sorry Mom
I am sorry…..
You don't deserve me
Sorry Mom
Your heartless daughter