High On The Essence Of Motherhood

BY ASHA PRATHY

You are a little piece of me
Yet you are no less than a world to me
Your cherubic face drawn my whole attention
Your seraphic smile pulled over my pain

Those little affairs of yours were my priority
Those sweet nothings we shared were my high duty
Those tiny tears of yours crumbled my heart
Those little fears of yours shattered my world

My emotions condemned logic
My feelings ruled out reason
And thus arose the greatest imperfection called 'mother'
High on the essence of motherhood

The days are going by as if they don't care
A day with you now seems to be rare
My heart aches when you don't have much to say
My eyes wet when you are too busy to share

My emotions condemn logic
My feelings rule out reason
And thus goes on the wonderful imperfection called 'mother'
High on the essence of motherhood

Yet again your matured face draws my attention
Your cultured smile pulls over my pain
Reminding me,
Growing old doesn't mean growing apart
Dividing attention doesn't mean descending affection
And thus arises the best equation called 'proud mother'
High on the essence of motherhood