The Chapati Making Woman

For the world, she is the

Chapati making woman,

For me, she is my mother,

My alma mater,

The first school

Where I learned my lessons,

She is my first teacher.

She is my unshakable faith,

My boundless courage,

In the wrecked ship of life,

She becomes my safe harbor,

When the world ignores me,

She ignites my inner soul.

Wiping my tears she makes me strong,

She is the living goddess for me.

From the home kitchen,

While making chapatis

She prays the universe for me,

She asks the Almighty to fill my

Bag with everything I need,

Bargains with God,

To paint my life with bright colors.

I have seen her crying,

While making chapatis

Wiping the tears,

How big the storm is,

She bears all the pains,

To see me in pleasure.

When I fall down,

She catches me up,

Holding my hands,

She makes me stand.

She walks behind me,

So that I am safe,

The love she showers on me

Is pure and selfless.

Her love is my assets,

All that I possess.

From the cradle,

She is my only shelter.

With the warmth of her body,

I feel the comfort of the heaven,

With her touch,

I get the unending blessing.

For the world, she is the

Chapati making woman,

For me, she is my mother.