Mothers are saviours

Mothers are saviours, they let you stay where you are

They are more worried about making one independent; by far

They’re obsessed with making you believe that one should always look good

It doesn’t matter if a starry-eyed podgy little girl is trying to tug at your hand for a glance

Self-love begins from them, to look all-so appropriate at any given chance

One should always be presentable; specially for the son;

Girls are smart, they’ll learn anyways

They’re not bothered about the trophy you won or the prosaic words that slay

They’re the ideal teachers; they’re bothered more about not missing their salon trip

The meet with the tailors for the party that is about to begin today

Moms are great teachers; they teach you to live on your own

They don’t believe in giving you just any affection; it’s just not in your tone

You come alone and alone you will go; you don’t need a hug; it’s a seed that was never sown

From the flicker of flames that my spirit cries out aloud; I’ve missed you Maa

I wish you’d realize that; now its too late; the rites are complete and the body disowned!