Ma...

Ma,

I am made up of you.

Amidst the magical aroma 

of Motherhood,

when I came, gulping your woes

You bid goodbye to the pain 

you just had.

A dark lump of flesh 

grew, and kept growing inside you

till it had eyes to see you

and, fingers to hold yours.

You curled up in pain.

Ma,

I am made up of you,

with your little pieces of life.

I grow.

Like a pheonix I rise, everytime

I fall.

Because, your voluble essence 

follows me, holds me and never lets me  fall.

Ma, 

I am made up of you.

The daughter, the lover, the writer in me

has you.

My affluent soul bears your name.

Anything trite cannot seizure my happiness

because-

Ma,

I am made up of you.

I keep the strength to live and love

Because, Ma

I am made up of you.

       -For my strong and beautiful lady, my maa..