You draw with henna on their hands
You braid their hair with colorful rubber-bands.
You dress them up sometimes, as a tiny bride.
You caress them to sleep in peace,by your side.
You giggle as you watch them grow,
From nursery rhymes in kindergarten.
to poetry in school.
From crushes in college
to a Love-smitten fool.
You teach them to be a wife,
A daughter, a sister,
and a Mother like you.
Because life’s tests would be many later,
But, the lessons very few.
You sow them with love..
You water them with tears..
You nourish them with culture
You teach them to face their fears.
So that one day when they grow bigger than you ever thought..
Spreading their branches away from your flowering pot..
their flowers blossom,
their fruits bloom.
But in an unknown garden
leaving you behind in gloom
Gone is your little Bride
Someone else claims her,
She is someone’s big pride.
Now, you are a mere spectator Mother,
THEY are the owners of your Treasure.
Gone is your lifetime investment,
Gone is your masterpiece,
Gone is she,
robbing all your bliss.
This is what is life you accept..
As YOU sow, So shall THEY reap..