Maa...

My best vocalist,

Without any national awards,

My best tale-teller,

Without being a novelist,

My magician without a wand,

My chef without any acknowledgement,

My beautician without any pride and

My doctor without a degree.

Flowers in my garden,

Bloom bright at your smile,

Pets on my bed,

Shout love after your voice.

I am mute,

neither did I lose my voice,

Nor did I recognize you not,

My brain still aches for you,

Heart still beats for you,

And I stay mute,

Because,

I know no words to thank you enough,

I know no language to write you further,

This monosyllable

Fabricated my beautiful world,

Maa, this was left unsaid,

But was never left unfelt,

Love you for all those secrets,

You concealed in your smiles,

To make me happy.

Love you for all those difficulties,

You buried within your mood-swings,

To keep me happy.

Love you for all those untold sacrifices,

Love you for all those consoling words,

The cracks and crevices of my heart,

Finally healed with your love Thank you.