Happy Mother's Day.

Am a mother of yester years
 none croons in my ears
 wishes, not a HappyMothers day
 it is a hearsay.

Mother, I  am to three
 none called me with glee
wished me not a HappyMothers Day
it is a hearsay.

Mother, I am for long
 none sing me a song
 wished me not a Happy Mother's Day
it is a hearsay.

Mother, I did dispense
 none gifted me anything expensive
wished me not a happy Mothers Day
it is a hearsay.

Mother, the instinct very much in me
none think of me as a being
wished me not a Happy Mother's Day
it is a hearsay.

Mother, I am a mother still
 as I have given birth to three with will
wished me not a Happy Mothers Day
it is a hearsay.

To My Mother

it is my mother who I recall
 her face comes to me in a call
 she saw  me through the years
 could I say the formative years
 she was a paragon of virtues.

Being the youngest daughter
 out of the two of her daughters
 she loved my sister the most
 spoilt her  to the utmost
she fell short of her virtues.

I was under her eyes
 never she relaxed her ties
a teacher strict, a mother affable
she took turns in all possible
 she upheld her virtues.

I used to feel  letdown
 as she cast a frown
 especially to me
 my sister was always in glee
she slipped in her virtues.


 Now she is gone forever
still I could feel the terror
 her eyes still follow me
 she had  been kind and firm
 not so to my sister in terms.

Her attitude and thoughts
has placed me in a slot
much higher than my sister
as I have  fairly performed  
now I worship her virtues.

All things that are sugary
would not make you happy
require a bitterness

too
 a juxtaposition  of the two
 would  aid to achieve greatness.

A Mother In Her

She calls herself a mother
 Oh,

no, she is a real mother
 with children not in one or two
 they outnumber a score true
she brings them up in a way
 none could attribute a stay
 she leaves them to themselves
 not bothered about their inner selves
 she feels food and clothing matters
 the rest is left to a shatter
 she feeds them with quantity food
 never thinks of quality food
 she clothes them with clothes expensive
 never with that which fits them cohesive
 this be the way she rears her children
 she thinks the upbringing is  a burden.