Never saw your face, but somehow I know
You must have been beautiful.
The words which came out of your lips,
must have been soft and sweet.
Yours gestures must have been warm.
Your touch so gentle....
Till a time I never knew this kind of love existed...
But now when I look around and my eyes dont find you..
I know I miss you Maa.
I'm blessed with so much love and affection,
but nothing compared to what you could have showered upon me
I miss your warm hugs.
I miss your scoldings.
Whenever I get a medal,
I miss the twinkle in your eyes.
Whenever Im down with failure,
I miss that pat on my back which says
Its gonna be allrite.
Somehow I just cant stop wishing about you being there with me today.
What I really miss is probably the pride on your face...
of being my Mother...