Dear Mom....

I have been dying to tell you

That I don't hate you 

My intentions aren't to hurt you.

I have a Junta feeling welding inside

the core of my heart

That confuse my actions

Mixing all my emotions.

Mom I love you a lot

And I can't dare even in the dreamy night to hurt you.

To hurt the most beautiful lady 

Who always loves me 

Be it in my odds or even

Without any monthly wage.

My intentions aren't bad,

But I always end up hurting you

With my actions 

with my words

Sometimes I even end up cursing you 

I am sorry Mom.

I am bad child

I am a disgraceful daughter

Bad-mouthed, heartless girl

Who can't even give respect in return to love

Asking for paradon

Is a joke 

as to what I have done for you.

My words are harsh

My actions are worst 

But my heart is still pure

It still holds the drop of love

That you give me 

Even I hurt you.

I love you, mom.

You are the most magnificent person in my life.

Whose position I feel 

even higher than 

Heavenly power.

I don't tell you 

But that can't prove 

I don't love you.

I am sorry for being

Such a bitter fruit 

Of your hard labour.

I know I am no different

From those sewing pins

Which always pierce your skin.

I give you pain 

In return to your love.

I know I can't be that 

Darling daughter

that you desired

when I was in your womb 

I am sorry Mom

I am sorry…..

                You don't deserve me

                 Sorry Mom

                 Your heartless daughter