Ode to my mother
Oh my darling mother
As I lovingly call you Mee
You are my heart and you are my soul,
No matter how much you
chide and scold.
Your touch is like lilly petals
And embrace like a hearth
Your cheeks are like rosy plums
And body like a maiden at birth.
You care for us in your own way
And shout like Mrs Meera Ghosh
There is surely no one like you,
For all the love you bestow.
Mee, you are always there
To read my eyes and lips,
No matter how much I hurt you
You always give me a kiss.
Your cotton-soft body and silky-soft skin
Always provide a safe niche
For me to rest and lean
When life sets me forlon
Mamma,I understand that you have faced many hardships
And that life was very rude and unkind.
But one thing I can surely tell,
Is that, you are God’s most divine child!
You have taught me to be a real woman
For all the qualities you have imbued
Be it keeping secrets or being the buttress of support
Or just simply loving my man to my very core!
Your thoughtful way of packing lunch
And also handing out water
When we all leave for our sojourn
Makes me a very proud daughter!
Mee, in a few short days, I’ll be long gone
And so shall the daily meals and chinese checkers.
But I am sure, the memories will live life long
In the heart of us trekkers!
I still remember how you served doi(yoghurt) in litle kissan bottles
And always dressed us up for school.
The beautiful and punctilious hand-knitted sweaters
Make me so grateful!
The mid-day sun burning your skin
When you set for your irksome tutions
Just to fulfill my never ending desires
Inspire me to pen down a pean!
Mee,you are a very innocent soul
For you actually have a baby’s heart.
Tumi to aamar Mattu aar Meerabai
Are the things I so much admire!!!!
Oodles and Oodles and Oodles of