The Woman

Being a man,

My existence is defined

Only because of a woman.

To whom,

I call My Mother.

The gist of my life

Exist because of woman.

To whom, 

I call My Mother.

The woman

With whom, I shared 

My first breath.

I call her my Mother.

The woman,

Whose blow of air from her mouth,

Acted as an ointment on my wounds.

To whom, 

I call my Mother.

The woman,

Who made me mature

With her guidance and care.

To whom, 

I call my Mother.

The woman

Whose smile remains 

Always bright as sunlight.

No matter,

what pain She is suffering.

The woman 

Who can abstain everything 

But not the somber face of mine.

To whom, 

I call my Mother.

I grew old,

She too grew old, physically.

But her affection, never grew old.

I found a woman’s presence,

 Whenever I needed.

Who never showed any grievance.

To whom,

I call my Mother.

The woman, to whom 

I can’t repay the love and care,

She did for me.

The woman to whom 

I want to say,

I will be by her side

Till my existence.

Because a being man,

My existence is defined 

Only because of woman

To whom I call 

MY MOTHER.