Mom The Great

Seventh April is the cruelest day

That took my Mom away

Her lap full of ultimate peace

Her hug gave me sound sleep

None can beat the mother's love

Her preaching, teaching now kept mum

She used to chide and berate

As i spoiled the matter always in haste

She made me realise my mistake

So I should not repeat it once again

I used to get irritated

Whenever she berated

But now if I earn respect

It is her footsteps that I beset

Tears rolled out of my eyes

But perhaps she is unable to listen to my sighs

If heaven permits for a while

I would walk an extra mile

Forgive me, Mom, for all my vile

As I could not serve you for a long time.