being Mom

baby
sometimes i think my heart will break 
when i see the pain etched upon your face.
life has her own set pace 
and we all seem to be caught in a race...
yes we will one day perhaps reach that end
or maybe one day we will relent and bend...
you have grown old with illness and age 
and me is growing older as i watch and gauge...
why do i call you baby, 
when you are my mother?!? 
it's because you need caring 
as i once did!
it's because now i am mom too 
and i have finally understood ...



joh pyaar hai aapka 
aur woh mamta
iska koi hisaab nahin
main beti hoon aapki 
iska koi shak nahin...
har doosrey pal mein khayaal aata hai aapka
aur pehla pal 
usmey aapki tasveer ko chum leti hoon
beti hoon aapki 

bow i today your endless perspiration
those sleepless nights 
that exhaustion...
i have had it so much easier than you 
and thats all because of you...
today as you tell me 
not to dwell on thoughts that cause anguish 
i think of the moments 
when you were deep in pain
ma tell me 
with all that you did suffer 
how did you keep sane???
it is your strength and it's your love for us i know 
cause today i too sail through those troughs 
as i have finally understood...