One Chance

Mother, you are an embodiment of Godliness 

Epitomizing omnipotence and chasteness

Every passing day I open my eyes

To say a prayer for your soul divine 

All the while, during your living years

You toiled, endured with dried tears

Your family was all that mattered to you

Immune to the world, your family was the world for you

From dawn to dusk, days started with chores

Nights culminated in ensuring duties were completed to the core

And the little time you had for leisure

You found no one around to lend an ear

While everyone was growing with their own happiness

You continued living in a cocoon with your own emptiness

Not a word of rebel came on your lips

Fulfilling duties was your only wishlist 

If only I could turn back the time

If only I could nurture you with my own hands

O Lord! If only I could get one chance to have my mother

Nothing else in this world would matter

Nature has its own rules

Karma has it's own rules

Good actions, good deeds

Repentance is zilch indeed.