I was just blank paper….

I was just blank paper  if you would not have been there as an pen,
We all as a child are blank paper…
Mother’s day special

History speaks many things from its memoirs,
when it starts it includes everything from base of sea shore,
I also have certain things to speak like that,

I also have many wings to fly and enjoy the sky which is flat,

You played a crucial role in defining my flight,

You added many twigs to this mere wooden pipe:

Mother the word for me means a lot,

As it comes from precious and divine clothe,

When I first opened my eyes I didn’t know any one,

But still with you I had an unknown connectivity

Which helped me to search,

When I cried in my sleep you always stood by my side,

 Though you were having your own dreams to fulfilled and get pride,

Whenever things go out of shape in my life,

You come and cut the problems with a knife.

I agree I am not perfect in all the things,

But that’s something where,
you always help me to fly though not having wings.

What a magic you have I always wonder which heals my all sorrows,
how easily you help me to gain strength knowing that its hollow,
This I always ponder.

I cannot have any one else then you in my life,
who could actually understand me by just looking at my resting kite.

When this tree was just a seed:
You nurtured it with water and protected it from weeds

When I never had even any sound vision,
you became my eyes and kept me away from illusion