Maa - Maa More than Random but Unadulterated!

aadhi poori kahani sunakar ,

"amma baki sambhal lena",

and biggest of the problems seem to be solved already!


having you with me,

bukhaar also seems like blessings

vo thoda extra pyaar,

or tumhara raat ko baar baar kambal udhana

mai gehri neend me to hoti thi 

par fir bhi pata chalta hai ki tum raat bhar nahi soti thi

bukhar utra ki nahi, badha to nhi 

bas yahi check karti rehti.


galtiyan meri aise bhool jati ho jaise kuch hua he nahi

badle me mujhse expectations bhi all to benefit me

kaise karti ho aisa amma?

who in the world can equate this love mumma?


On top of that khud masterchef hokar,

Jab mai tel wali kadhai ke epicenter par kitchen me earthquake lati hu,

You fear so much yet record me as if duniya ki best dish banne ja rhi hai.


i fail to express to you

and sometimes i rather upset you

but you know it all before i speak

and you know how insufficient saying "i love you" to you is forever going to be 


all i have to say is

ye jo tum pooja karne bolti ho na

kisi din if i upset u

to ye pooja kisi matlab ki lagti nahi

tumse he shuru hokar bas tumpar he pooja khatm hoti hai meri

achhe se gussa hona bhi tumko ata nahi

chillane daantne ki jagah ye mute wali gussa  na 

tehelka macha deti hai kasam se

all i hope is that i keep showing my love in my actions well, with no words to say!

i love you to the moon, or rather sun and back to the earth's way!

Comments

  1. Anonymous22 March 2024 at 11:01

    Lovely ❤️
    The perfect words are not made for expressing our love for our mothers but you made it very easy

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  2. Anonymous23 March 2024 at 03:27

    How very touching and emotional. Mothers are a blessing .

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