MY MOTHER(S)
The one who taught tiny fingers to tie shoelaces, my mother.
The one who carried massive school bag in blazing summer, my mother.
The one, when left the school, I rejected to board the bus next morning.
Was the same one who threatened to lock me in rat room, My mother.
The one who caught my hungry eyes stuck on her ring finger.
The next gift, for this teen, ordered from savings, my mother.
The one who made me party after failing the dream exam.
The eye on the target not the ticking clock said she, my mother.
The one who spoke 15 minutes counting my memories in the farewell hall.
The one who vacated the seat to make me the judge in that audi, My mother.
Is this letter enough to thank those selfless mothers, Shaaneem?
No, for that I am working on to deserve a letter that says, My mother.
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