Happy Mother's Day

Lexicons and the glossaries went through all of those,

Phrases emotional that express, I could not froze,

Modest terms to rescue, able me to compose,

Describe 'mother', words go fail, seek though an attempt, attain somewhere close.

Age is just a number for me to opine,

Elder than that for you by months nine,

Never do I think beyond mine,

Ponder always how can you be so fine!

Darker things in life, I tend to incline,

Your guiding face to shine, incessantly getting me to align;

Instances numerous I had to oppose, order any you could impose,

Innocence mine you suppose, pardoning hush yet thou chose.

Standing at the crossroads, path right invariably she shows,

Thorns for self she grasps, to me, grant the rose,

Hassles in my life, ceaselessly before me, she knows,

Out might be in the highs, had her back for aye in all my lows.

Lands barren in drought, long for water's trace,

Desserted when my heart, oasis is thy face,

Emotions tender thy fingers blend, morsel tiny in my mouth you place,

Dollars many ready to spend, no pricey meal even inching to replace. 

Ruthless world striving for dog's race,

Frail mind mine, thou the brace,

Dawdle often my feet, you furnish the pace,

In selfish success mine, selfless thy soul perceives self's ace.

Hours few I work, always longing for the leave,

Round the clock you toil, no break you crave to receive,

Incomprehensible reward you achieve, perception mine is naive,

The only way to believe, from thy shoes I need to perceive.

Words often fail to define, artists renowned stall to aptly design,

The existence of a mother is purely divine!

For God I have never seen, nor gained any of its sign,

Futile search at the shrine, within you it does confine.

When kid, you came along to play,

At the temple, you taught to pray,

Through exams, until I lay,

Late in the night, you used to stay,

Thing every you taught in a lucid way,

Thou teachings I heed no obey,

For me, thou soul you kept at bay,

Expectations simple you wanted me to pay,

Just to be at your side I stay, when your hairs turn black to grey,

Excuses various took priority, they more than you, always did I weigh.

Not often had a chance to say,

Not thanking enough for things you did, come what may,

To that God in you, bow down, I to pray,

To you, kid I will be always, never go away,

Just concluding it, for now, quoting Happy Mother's Day...