I just couldn't stop myself to write this. I don't know why but I am crying now.  I love you Maa. 😭😭😭❤️❤️🥰🥰🥰🥰

My mother used to sing
A song of her own.

In her voice she carried
A thousand dreams
Not her own.

She used to tell me
Whispers of stars and moon.

And of night sky
That burns with
Heat of the morning sun .

She told me to wait
With patience.
For I should never regret
A power strong within me.

No righteous in wrong
Should be blamed
Said she
In all her fuming glory.

Have faith and hope
Because all is gold
And good
For up there in heaven
He has done
Nothing but good

She hummed this
Long long ago
In lullaby with
Silent sparrows.

"Hard may be the way,
Thorns may prick your frock.
Don't pray in disdain dear.
You will overcome." She had said .

All along a lonely path
She had travelled
Enough with me.

All along a frowning
Scowling, disrespectful me
She had clutched me
To her heart .

At the end of the day,
She never forgets to
Sing her song,
"Hope for the best
But be prepared
For the worst."

"Even when I am gone
Remember in your heart
Like stars in the sky
I will always guide you through ."

She continues singing even
When the sun sets
And moon appears again.